“Ok, look, sorry, you sound upset, I'm just saying I don't know who it is you're talking about, James arrived on his own last night”
Danny muttered something under his breath that Samir couldn't hear before thanking him again and putting the phone down. Samir was confused, Danny seemed adamant that someone called David was at the party, but Samir can't remember anyone by that name and they certainly weren't with James. It certainly sounded like Danny had some issues, perhaps seeing Dr. Monroe was the best thing for him.
Danny phoned Dr. Monroe shortly after, not sure whether he would have to say what he thought was wrong with him. If he did, he had no idea how he would explain it. He managed to get an appointment for later that day and thankfully didn't have to divulge anything, although he knew that it was only delaying the inevitable. That was a lot easier than he thought, he honestly didn't expect to get in today at such short notice. He was still confused about Olivia, and Samir had only added to the confusion. He was clearly joking when he said he couldn't remember David, he was there just last night, they all spoke, they all knew each other. He was already questioning his memories and it wasn't helpful for his so-called friends to be playing tricks on him. They may find it funny, but it was only adding to Danny's paranoia and nervousness at what he felt was happening to him.
He had a few hours to relax before he needed to set off, so he decided, being a creature of habit and still unable to accept that he could be going mad, to stop off at the coffee shop and see if anyone had seen Olivia. He was also hoping that Julie might be there, she would be able to corroborate seeing Olivia, and if not then he knew that something really must be wrong with him. He would need a photograph of Olivia to show people, so searched desperately for one. He couldn't find any, yet he knew he had loads of them dotted around. He even checked on his computer and where he expected there to be pictures of the two of them or her with the rest of the group, there was nothing. He took a deep breath as he started to question his sanity even further.
He decided the best thing to do was set off for the coffee shop and see if he could find Julie, and so with that he pulled on his coat and picked up his keys. It was the usual short walk to the coffee shop, the air was fresh and crisp again, it almost made his doubts and stress fade away. As he approached the coffee shop, he thought he saw Julie walking away as if she had just visited, he looked at his watch and noticed he was another ten minutes later than he expected, to which he shook his wrist violently. His watch must be playing up now too, great, something else to deal with.
He ran towards who he thought was Julie and cried out her name. The lady turned around and he saw that it wasn't Julie at all. In fact, she looked completely different to what he thought he had just seen; different colour hair, different clothes, and a different build. He must be under so much stress and confusion he thought, that he was now seeing things. He entered the coffee shop and looked around for Julie, but she didn't seem to be there. He knew it was probably a long shot, but he didn't think it would hurt to look. He asked the lady behind the counter if she had seen Julie or Olivia and she hadn't, of course she hadn't, maybe he'd imagined Julie too.
JARRAH’S HOUSE
James pulled up outside Jarrah's house and saw him peeping out his front window. Within a few seconds he was at the front door, swiftly closing it behind him. He darted along his path towards James and gave him a big grin and a thumbs up as he opened the passenger door.
“I really need this Jim, I appreciate it” he said, “Is Mike coming?”
“Yeah, I was going to pick him up on the way to you but I forgot I had to fill up, so we'll just swing by and pick him up on the way out of town”.
Jarrah had the day off today, he knew he was going to feel a bit woozy after one of Monique's little parties, he couldn't handle alcohol like he used to, so he felt it was a wise choice to take the day off. Jarrah took after his relatives and loved to be outside in nature, like his ancestors had lived, in the big wide-open spaces. As much as he loved his job, the countryside called to him frequently and he often roped in one of his friends to take a short weekend camping trip with. They were supposed to be setting off after James finished work, but James got tetchy so pulled a few strings and managed to get the afternoon off. He was going to have to make it up to his colleagues though, but he'd worry about that at a later date.
“I hope you're faring better than me today” Jarred laughed looking at James.
“Yeah I felt ok when I woke up, surprisingly” He replied.
“I don't know why, but I have been feeling really weird all day, I'm sure it's just the alcohol” Jarrah said.
“Weird how?” asked James.
“A bit spacey, I guess. Not really with it, I keep noticing that when I look at the time it’s always much later than I thought it was. At first it was nothing, but after about eight times it was getting
