"Mr. Thorne?" a muffled voice called through the oak. "It’s time for your scheduled maintenance."
Elias grabbed the blue umbrella. His hands shook, but as his fingers gripped the handle, a spark of static electricity surged up his arm. Suddenly, the "blank" spots in his memory began to flicker like a film reel catching fire. He remembered a lab. He remembered a contract. He remembered the price of starting over. The doorbell rang. Note 10/29/2022 8:22:28 AM - Online Notepad
“If you’re reading this, the appointment worked. Don’t look for the blue umbrella.” Note 10/29/2022 8:22:28 AM - Online Notepad