Time With Tom 2

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he starts talking to me but i only pay attention to the rhythmic pattern of his voice. it is soft and soothing. i could listen to this forever. but then he stops. "Katie? are you even listening? the man says. i look at him. then i notice his eyes. just like then man from my head. "What?" i say. my voice cracks and my throat is extremely soar. i try to rub it but the restraints keep me from doing so. "Where am i? Who are you?" i ask the man. "You miss.katie, are in a hospital in london. and you of all people should know my name. we only just met moments ago." he says. "well i hate to burst your bubble but i have no idea who you are." i say to him. his eyes change, like he has just seen a ghost. "What is the last thing you remember?" he asks me. i can tell that he cannot wait and has no patience. "Um. i was in my tent, i was camping with some of my friends. they were out looking for some fire wood and i stayed at the camp site and then a bulldozer smashed into my tent. i was alone. i am pretty sure nobody saw it." i say. his mouth drops. "Crap!" he says. "Well um i guess you have like amnesia or something." he says and sits down and looks at the floor. we just sit for who knows how long then i break the silence. "So..... what exactly IS your name. remember? amnesia?" i say "Oh" he looks up. "right. um my name is Tom. Tom Hiddleston."

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