She woke up at her desk. She moved the computer mouse and checked the screen. She had fallen asleep while writing a script.
“Ouch”, she thought, as she was all achy after sleeping in such a position.
She looked around her.
“I’m back ! I’m in France. Home sweet home”.
She felt relieved for a minute. But then realised she had no recollection of writing what she had just read from her computer screen. She checked the time : “October 17th, 2025”. It was 9 am.
“It’s not over”, she sighted.
“Nobody to cook breakfast for me. At least I’m free to chose and do what I want”.
She received a text from Angélique “Are you free for lunch ? Meet you at 12 at the bus station near our office ?”.
She was happy to be able to talk to her friend. Maybe she would be able to get some answers. This wasn’t making much sense. Or was it ? It felt like a puzzle, as if those moments were the keys, the answers, or maybe the questions she needed to ask herself. She still wasn’t sure if she wasn’t just losing her mind or drugged up, though.
She met Angélique at 12 pm. They decided to go to a brasserie and get a simple roasted chicken with fries and lettuce.
“Have you made your mind yet ?”, asked Angélique.
“About ?”
“Ha, you’re funny. As if it would get out of your mind. You know what I think about it. Your best opportunities are here. What could you do in Los Angeles ? They’re all about appearances, shallowness and “beauty”, there. It’s not about art, it’s about money and “fame”, for whatever it means. I know you like money too, but I also know very well that you wouldn’t sell your soul for it. Plus, I would miss you so much !”
“Ah, yeah. I don’t know. It’s tempting, but is it really what I want ? I’m still thinking about it.”
“I’m glad you’ve started to actually think about it, instead of just listening to what he says. No offense, but he seems quite controlling. Be careful not to end up being his little puppet. I know how unhappy you would be.”, said Angélique
“Well…” She still didn’t really know what to say, since she still had no clue what was going on. She had no clue about the actual situation, about who this Tyler really was.
“I know you love him”, said Angélique, “but don’t lose yourself or take decisions that would make you very unhappy, it would just be the end of your relationship.”
“I know.”, she said.
“Well, time to go back to work”, said Angélique. “You’re lucky you can arrange your own schedule”.
She walked Angélique to her office and then just went back home.
“How am I supposed to take a decision when I don’t know what happened before ?”, she thought.
She decided to check her diary and see if she could get some pieces of information. “How am I supposed to take a decision when I have no idea what is going to happen in the future. It’s frightening.” is what she had written in the latest entry.
“Huh… That’s ironic”, she thought.