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The handwriting is a perfect match

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I say "This is nuts!" I put the page down and shakea novel Lost od Suddenly I feel like I want to barf

Why can’t I remember who I am? What I did yesterday? If what these notes say are true…

I’m about to voice this when Silas hands me another sheet of paper

You only have 48 hours Do not focus on why you can’t re this out before you forget again

~Charlie

It’s ," I say

He nods

"So…where are we?" I turn around in a full circle, noticing the freshly eaten food on the table Silas points to one of those little paper tents on the nightstand A hotel In New Orleans Great

I’ toward theto take a peek outside when there’s a knock at the hotel door We both freeze and look in that direction

"Who is it?" Silas yells at the door

"It’s o stand on the other side of the room, away from the door I don’t

I’ve only known myself for a few minutes, but I can tell I’m stubborn

Silas unlatches the deadbolt and pulls the door open just a little A scruffy brown head bobs around the door

"Hey," the boy says "I’m back 11:30 sharp, just like you said"

He has his hands stuffed in his pockets and his face is red like he’s been running I look from him to Silas, and back to him They look alike

"You know each other?" I ask