Just Because You Don't See It--
“Do you have a wallet?”
I looked at the girl without comprehension, my mind focused on the fact that I no longer had a name, just this infinite hollow blank where my name used to be. I felt naked. Undefined. Like something vital had been stripped away.
“Hey, can you hear me?” She took a half step forward and then thought better of it. I couldn't blame her.
I tried to lock eyes with her but had to hold up a hand to shield my eyes from the sun to do so. The concern in her eyes should have made me feel better but it didn't. I felt lost and helpless. “Yeah. I can hear you, it's just been--”
“'--a weird day.' I know. I was telling you to check for your wallet. It should have a driver's license or a student ID or a credit card or something. Something's got to have your name on it.”
I patted down my pockets and on one side felt keys and a tube that I recognized as a lighter, though I didn't smoke. The other side was empty. “No, nothing.” I said morosely. “No cell phone, no wallet. It was a good idea though.”
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