She returned to work that afternoon finally aware of what had happened the last few mornings, unfortunately, she knew nothing of what had happened to her in the morning for almost six months before that. The consolation of this was she found out she had met Bill Wilson from accounting, a seemingly safe and very dear man. While he was old enough to be her grandfather, apparently she had enjoyed the time they spent together the last several mornings. If only she could remember.
She worked through the afternoon fully aware she would go home for the evening, do whatever it was on her calendar to do tonight and then go to bed. Tomorrow she would remember going to bed, but nothing before about ten o'clock a.m. when she showed up for work. She wouldn't remember anything from that morning.
Remembering lunch with Bill Wilson she was glad he was as understanding about it all as he had been. It must have been a bit difficult to comprehend that the woman he had sex with over the past few days didn't remember any of it. A humble man, he showed genuine concern about her health, rather than take her loss of memory as an affront to his ego. He even commented that he was flattered a woman like her would even have considered him as a partner for sex.
It did trouble her that he called her Katy. It was her first name, but the only person to call her that was her grandfather, who had died years ago. She guessed Bill may have reminded her of her grandfather, but she really didn't want to think of that a lot. Bill had convinced her to see a shrink about her problem though and she planned to devote the rest of her afternoon to finding someone who might help.
Suddenly it came to her, why call a shrink when she had another option? She picked up her phone and dialed in Bill Wilson's number. He picked it up on the second ring, "Accounting, Wilson speaking."
"Bill, this is Sarah, I mean Katy..."
"You mean Sarah don't you?"
"Bill, I'm not sure what I mean, but I've been thinking about what we talked about at lunch."
"Okay."
"Look, before I go too far with anything, I was thinking that somewhere between when I go to bed and when I get up in the morning, something happens," she said.
"Something like Sarah becoming Katy?"
"Exactly, and since you've been close to Katy, I wonder if perhaps, well, if you came home with me tonight maybe, it would either not happen or maybe you could see what causes it."
"So is this an invitation?"
"Well yes, I mean..."
"Katy... ah Sarah, the answer is yes. I'll head directly home after work and then come back to your place."
