Chapter 3

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McKenzie was an illustrator. And an author. She had mostly been inspired by her English teacher, Mrs. Lin, from when she lived in Houston. Then, she had Mrs. Lin daughter, Sophia had moved to Missouri as room-mates. McKenzie would pursue a career as an author and illustrator. Sophia would become a nurse.
The girls had been best-friends since pre-school. That still hadn't changed over the years. And they were the rare type of friends that never fought. Even living together, the girls had a bond, and un-spoken agreement, that prevented them from fighting.
When McKenzie got home from the park, thinking about Alex and... other things, Sophia was already home. She was cooking dinner. Or, reheating dinner. McKenzie nodded in acknowledgment to her friend and set the small table of four that could barely sit two. When they sat down they recounted their days.
"We had a curious patient at the hospital today." Sophia began.
"He had fainted in the middle of his apartment. He might not have come if his plumber, who was coming over to fix the pipes in his bathroom, hadn't brought him." She said.
"It wasn't bad. He didn't think so either. He said he had... How did he put it? A flash of the past?" She said.
"Curious. Not bad. But curious..." She said.
McKenzie nodded. "I met someone interesting as well..." She said.
"He fought in the Adiena-Makoro war." She said. Sophia flinched, as if expecting something to explode in spontaneous combustion. But nothing happened.
"He looked haunted. And he had the same drink as me." Sophia raised her eyebrow.
"Someone has the same crazy order as you do?" She asked. McKenzie replied with a simple, nondescript nod.
"His name was Alex. He had short, wavy, dark brown hair that he often ran his hand through. He also had dark brown eyes and dark skin. Like, middle-eastern skin. He was also tall and skinny. Very tall and very skinny. Probably because of the war. And, I was sitting behind at one point, I could see a corner of darker skin, in the shape of a number. I think it was either 8 or 3." She said.
"You basically described our patient." Sophia said. Astonished.
"Curious boy." They said in unison. They laughed and shook their heads.

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