THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 7

The following morning,the colours of the colours of the day dared her to wakeup. She still felt the adrenaline that was surging in her body and the forces of the arteries to push her blood. She pulled off her pyjamas and put on a purple jump suit that flecked on her from top to bottom. She looked at her face and thought that her lips could use some gloss. She applied her Lancöme Shine lipstick and some fine chalk powder on her face. Later she yanked open the door and left the house.

The surge of adrenaline stopped when her eyes scanned around the road for 'PT Center',where Justin works. She passed alot of buildings;some had windows that were barred off;some with rich new painting that she could feel it right in the car; some had the most unwelcoming look and some were like the voice of her soul. The shopping malls were full of people,the cashpoints were stuffed with the sweet chatters of men and women and that filled her ears.

A drive that lasted for a couple of minutes finally reached her destination. The building was garished with lurid colours that made it look almost insipid. The cashiers queed with people and the people prowling in search of counselors were barely discernible. The door used almost half of her weight to open and lead her to a chaotic presence. Carla paced through the hall where people rushed around.

"Good morning Ma'ame! May I help you?",asked a beautiful lady at the checkpoint.

Carla turned to her faithfully. "Can I know where Dr. Justin Copperwood is?".

"He is in the fifth floor in room number 32",replied the lady.

"Thanks alot",said Carla happily.

She scudded through the stairs that were textured with fine ceramic glass;the ceiling ws high up accentuating the inner most concave shape of the building. Carla came to fifth floor. The corridors,rooms and halls were so spacious and she walked past some rooms until she came to room 32. She sat out, right infront of the room until her turn arrived. As she sat,she saw Assistants and nurses drifting around with brief cases in hand. The door to Justin's room unlocked and a serious looking man came out. His thin lips gave no smile,he left.

Taking a deep breath,she walked in. His mouth dropped open with delight.

"Carla! What are you doing here?",he asked.

"I just need to talk for a while".

"Oh sure. Take your seat".

Carla chose the chair near his desk. The spectacular panorama of art on the left wall was reminiscent of the great Picasso;sculptures of ancient,large African elephants stood on the table;enigmatic drawings on the right hand corner blew her mind. The mahogany cabinets glistened by the polish that was carved from years. Her eyes drew each corner of the room when she finally rested it on Justin's.

"How did you find my place?",Justin asked breaking the silence.

"Thats what Google is for",she exclaimed.

"Oh yeah. Are you in need of help from me?".

"Yes. I hope you can help me with it. I'm having a bad time these days. I got a phone call one night and"--she paused.

Justin's eyes were narrowed and quizzical. She sensed the chaosm that was running all through him.

"and a masculine voice said:'Never forget route 78'. The next morning a white car followed me in Dubin Street and...she continued.

When she ended,her lips trembled and eyes shivered. Justin was startled and fractured. She tried to keep calm.

"Such alot of events conflicted so quickly! Everything started with the call right?".

"Yes and I have no idea about it. Its a strange person I don't know but he seems to know me well".

Justin leaned forward and thought.

"Do you see this dream everytime you sleep and is it just flashes of things?".

"No not at all times but sometimes I do see it in the noon too. Its not flashes,the dream is so definite and clear".

"Those dreams most tend to occur in the latter part of night and often times awakens the sleeper,who is likely to recall the dream. It may occur due to stress or if they aid people in working through traumatic events",confessed Justin.

"What do you think might have caused this?".

"Well,umm-normally it comes under a major life event,death of a loved one,drugs or stress. But in your case I need more information so I need to arrange clinics for you".

"Okay fine Justin".

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. A dark complexioned,hazel eyed woman came in.

"Doctor you are been called for the conference down the hall",explained the lady.

"Justin looked at Carla." Im so sorry. I have to go now. Please come and meet me day after tomorrow. I will work for your case".

"Okay no problem Ill be there", said Carla effusively.