Bette looked back out through the window panes and a moment later saw Susan head out the downstairs door and begin her trek across the street. She threw on the jeans and the button down shirt she'd left on the bed and then walked back over to the neatly organized closet where she found a pair of tennis shoes tucked in the back corner of the closet.

Bette had to find the wallet, purse, or whatever Lana put her things in but had no idea where Lana would put them. After several hours in her body she knew nothing about this girl and yet she was her - for right now, at least.

She continued her hunt for Lana's license and wallet. All the while the thought going through her head was that this girl was probably screwing up her life back home. Bette hoped Lana didn't go to school today.

Bette could only imagine how she was making out as a high school student if she had. Or if Bette's mom, dad, and sister would realize something was off. The tall man's face flashed in her head again. "Yes, I'm coming to find you too." Bette muttered.

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"She's trying to escape, but I will have justice. For you, Mickal. She will not get away with this. And I get to act on the highest authority" The tall man said through clenched teeth as he sat drinking from a brown colored bottle looking at a picture of his brother Mickal on his phone.

He sat in the parking lot outside of the dorm where Lana stayed. This was the one thing he needed to do before moving on and it had taken five years of his life already. He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. I hoped he understood what was at stake.

The man opened the door to his gray late model sports sedan and stood up slowly letting his long legs and body stretch out to its full length. He was an ominous figure with crystal clear blue eyes like the sky reflecting on ice. He was not a bad looking man but for five years he'd been living on the idea of avenging his brother's untimely death and it had taken a toll on his otherwise handsome appearance.

Now there was a darkness that seemed to take up residence in him that even to me, at times felt threatening. For years I'd patiently waited for him to complete this task and now with five years planning his revenge it was finally in action and something had gone wrong, putting an innocent at risk. He has no idea how pissed I am at him.

He thought he'd found Lana Fier but the girl last night had denied it. Now he wasn't sure. If Lana Fier was still out there, though, he would find her. Lana was supposed to have awakened in a different timeline, not a different body but he needed to be the one to find her to know what exactly happened. I knew he wouldn't stop until this was done. He would come for Lana in this life or another.

The tall man had decided that Lana was not going to get away with it any longer. But, if he had mistakenly switched her in this timeline with someone else he needed to find her fast and fix it, otherwise the mistake would be permanent.

He ran his long fingers over his black hair angry at himself for possibly making such a serious error that could now delaying justice even more. And, one that if he didn't correct, would have irreversible repercussions. For everyone. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let his brother's murder go unanswered. He needed to know, for sure.

Dressed in the jeans and button down shirt and cute but simple white tennis shoes, Bette turned to look back out the window once more to see if Susan had really left. She didn't really want to be alone. Susan had now made it all the way across the park that sat a block away from the dorm, and was walking down the sidewalk.

As Bette looked back across city she'd only visited a couple of times in her life she'd never seen it from this view. So much had changed since she was here for a hockey game before the city lost the team.

Her eyes passed the neighboring parking lot as a tall man got into a grey car and vanished down the street. There was something familiar about him, hauntingly familiar. Bette tried to remember where she'd seen him before.

The memory was there, she knew it, just below the surface. All she saw was black. A man in all black. There was a black wool fedora hat on his head. It wasn't the top hat but this was real life.

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