I decided I would go out and buy clothes I actually liked, as opposed to buying them because they were work appropriate, but for that I needed money. I looked around, hoping it was around here somewhere, and sure enough, there it was.
My purse. I only ever had one. It was black, and it matched everything. I rummaged around in it and found my wallet and keys. My phone was nowhere to be seen, though. Well, at least I didn't have to replace any of the items in my wallet. That would have been a nightmare.
My car was also stationed in my building's garage. This obviously gave me more clues about what happened before I left Vancouver, but I didn't want to think about it right now. I could process that later with a therapist. I, of course, needed help to remember, maybe even get my memories back through hypnosis. But I'm worried about what those memories might be, especially when they involve creatures of the night. Any professional with a sane mind would have me committed.
