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About ten minutes before three, Ryan left the institute. On the way back to the organization in his car, he had his mind filled with a specific thought. One he had filled his mind with since leaving the institute. What was he actually thinking about though? Where he had met Dr Craig, the dream specialist, beforehand...

A cocktail party? The memory seemed fresh in his mind but he couldn't actually pinpoint when the event had taken place. Even Dr Craig declined ever seeing him. Was he to believe him or not? He couldn't particularly say if he should or shouldn't. The man could actually be telling the truth.

'Matthew was there. Yes, he was there.' He could remember vividly that the specialist was specifically introduced to him by Matthew in the memory he had and has of the event. That would mean his best friend should actually remember the details of the event.

He drove straight to the parking lot of the broadcasting organization's premises and packed his car behind a row of cars.

Lunch hour was obviously over due to the silence that presently overcame the atmosphere of the environment. Well, he wasn't late, was he? It was now about twenty minutes after three whereas the lunch hour had ended over twenty minutes ago.

After passing through the necessary, he got into his office on the thirteenth floor, practically using just three minutes as he literally rushed in and out the elevator.

"My oh my! What the hell's chasing after you? Are the cops on your back? Did you pass the speed limit?" Matthew blurted out as soon as Ryan walked into the heads section, looking all sweaty.

"I didn't..."

"You had better tell me now. I could get them off your back, you know? You realize—"

"Geez! Matthew! I actually remembered I had something to finish up with, so I had to rush down to get it done in time." He replied tiredly.

"How was the session though? You done with it?" Matthew asked.

He unbuttoned a button on his shirt, adding an extra to the unbuttons and amounting up to three. The first two of the three were done when he couldn't bear the heat at the time he was coming down to the organization. And now, he was waiting for the AC to do it's work on his sweaty skin.

"The session was great. Dr Craig's an expert in the work. He opened my eyes to various things I actually didn't understand..."

"Like?"

He turned his gaze to the white man, building up a sneer. "None of your business. And if I may ask, are sessions actually meant to be a one time thingy? You should break down some statements in your mind before speaking with me."

Matthew glared at him, snickering as well. "Like breaking down issues will fetch me more income,"

He used his index finger to wipe a sweat off his forehead before replying, "It would, if you try to make better use of it."

"What are you driving at Ryan?" Matthew had to ask.

"Think about it Matthew!"

Matthew shook his head at him. "I'm not surprised. It always you going round and round in circles..."

Ryan quickly interrupted him. "But at the end of the day, I'm passing a reasonable message. That aside, care to remind me the most recent party we tagged along to?"

"Aren't you the ever brainy one here? You should remember every little detail shouldn't you?" Matthew stated with a sarcastic voice.

He had his finger on the keyboard, his face glued on the monitor which was powered on already. "Let's get serious Matthew," he stated with utmost seriousness.

"Dude, it's been ages ago!" Matthew almost exclaimed in the process.

The loud screeching of a desk on the floor made both men tilt their heads to the left. Beside them were Megan and a man with a pair of glasses – Cole! The sudden sound by the desk of either of the other two was deliberate, both men knew. But they had their senses set on a particular person...

"It wasn't me," As if to confirm their suspicions, Megan let out without looking at them as she completely glued her eyes on the screen of the monitor she was typing into.

They both smiled. The loud screeching was indirectly Cole's way of telling them to shut up. With no intention of giving in, they both turned their heads back to the normal position.

Ryan had sarcasm written on his expression while replying Matthew's last statement without turning to look at him, "You care to tell me how many ages you mean?"

"Idiot, it's an exaggeration if you didn't actually get what I was trying to say. I actually mean it has been long. I think prolly August last year or more specifically over a year ago now."

"Last year? August?"

"Uhn uhn."

"Okay, do you remember introducing Dr Craig to me at the party? It seems I've met the man before,"

"Oh really?" Matthew sheepishly stared at him. "Can you please explain what Dr Craig would be doing in a night club at his age?"

"Night club? What are you talking about?" He looked confused.

"Ryan, what is wrong with your almighty brain today? Don't you remember the details? We didn't actually go to a party!"

"We didn't? So, you mean we actually did go to a night club, right?"

"Yes, you really do not recollect at all?"

It suddenly dawned on him as he ruminated on it. That really happened over a year ago. "Oh I remember. Why didn't you just say so from the initials instead of beating around the bush?"

A smile escaped Matthew's lips as he leaned on the chair. "I hope you can feel the pain of what you actually do to me everyday,"

"You do worse, you know."

Matthew shook his head. "Yeah, yeah. Point my flaws out like you always do!"

"Get to work Holmes!"

.....

On a particular route in the streets of Dambell, a lady strolled alone along the busy path under the hot sun.

Her slim body was clothed in a white top and a pair of tight black jeans, actually showing her appropriate curves. Her feet had an accompanied pair of black slippers as she walked. Although her hair was packed in a ponytail, few strands escaped the smoothed black hair.

As she walked, she maintained an aloof expression on her round face. Her sharp hazel eyes seemed not to care about the people she passed by, especially the lovestruck men who basically couldn't take their eyes off a devilish beauty.

Her right hand held firm a polythene bag filled with a certain amount of provisions which she had equipped from a grocery store not too far from the route she was taking. The left hand? Specifically placed into the jeans pocket to complete her don't-talk-to-me attitude she was portraying. All that was missing was a set of headphone.

At this time of the day, if it wasn't a Saturday, the lady knew she would have had her head under a pile of paperwork and a computer system, trying to get through accounting details and sorts... maybe even worse.

She had literally slept in the whole day before she woke up to get the items she would be needing for the afternoon. To get her body system all functioning properly, she chose an appropriate stroll down this route which was a longer part to the grocery store.

As she turned left to get to the final path to her residence, something happened. A car coming from the other end had a dangerous turn down the bend. It was at the exact time that the lady made a turn as well and the next thing wasn't at all sweet to say...

The car, traveling down a fast pace, collided with a pole near the road which the lady was passing through. Out of impulse, the lady jumped out of the way as she saw the approaching car hit the pole but where she landed wasn't totally safe either.

The impulsive jump made her bump her head into the wall of a shop, grazing her fore head in the process and sending her to the ground. A slight cut was made on her forehead which had the impact on the wall as red thick liquid flowed out the cut.

She was stunned for a moment. Her sight was a bit blurry as she stared at the sunny sky. At that moment, she wasn't sure what had happened as her senses were seemingly malfunctioning. A pain hit her head thereafter and this made her get a firm grip of herself.

Two pairs of hands slowly assisted her to get up from the ground. She was consoled by one of them as her polythene bag was handed back to her. An offer to help get her wound treated on the spot was made but she declined, stating she would get it done when she gets home.

As she stared around, she landed her gaze on the car that actually caused her to act impulsively. It was still near the metal pole, the left headlight totally damaged by the pole.

But then, she couldn't take her eyes off the car yet. It looked familiar. The color, the model, everything... Where had she seen it before?

She widened her eyes in shock as an invisible hand opened up her memory box.

This was the same car that bumped into hers three days ago!