Holy crap! June?
Fuck, tell me I’m still dreaming. The last thing I remember was New Years Day. Amy and I spent most of the New Years holiday in bed, just enjoying each other. I remember falling asleep with her in my arms the evening of January 1st. Then…nothing.
God, this is scary. I knocked on Amy’s door across the hall, and some old lady answered. She told me Amy moved out about three months ago. She didn’t know why or where she went.
I went to the North Point Supper Club, and the place is closed. I looked in the windows and everything is dust covered. It looks like it hasn’t been occupied in months. None of the phone numbers I have for Points Club members are being picked up. Most are out of service.
Six fucking months, and I don’t remember anything.
If anyone out there knows what happened to me…please let me know…