CATCHING UP

I keep my eyes closed as memories come flooding in. These are not visions, these are memories. It takes me a minute to put them all in the right order.

Tony's face keeps coming back. It goes away in a flood of other memories and then it pops back up again. Most of the memories has the same feel. Urgency. Running. Danger.

I have memories of Edward. Edward and Brent were friends. Really good friends. Brent is Billy. Brent is also Brenton. Brenton is married to Nestella. Nestella yelled at me in front of the big ben.

I yelled at myself. I open my eyes to roll them. I turn on the little seat to face Brent in the doorway.

He is leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pants pockets. He is patiently waiting for me to regain all my memories. I realise that he knew exactly that everything was going to happen exactly as it did. He did not rush anything. He waited patiently for each moment to play out like it did.