Chapter 1

She sat there, on the red bean bag with a pair of scissors in her hand.

She had nothing to cut though.

There were times when she felt that she'd lost her trail of thought, but that wasn't happening today. Her mind was fixed on something she had no control over.

Maybe she needed to be someone else. A facade really; so that she could surprise herself with her thoughts for a change. How can one be so consciously comfortable with the thoughts in one's head?

She aimlessly picked up and cut ambiguous pieces of paper. She was exhausted.

After all, the more the mind wanders, the more it tires.

She threw the scissors and walked into the dark of the night. She walked through the deep blacks, along the streets of bizarre memories. Some blurred, some fading, one stark yellow.

She knew she wouldn't be able to dodge it out of her mind. She knew she was on to something, just wasn't sure what it was yet.

Everything that could go wrong, did. There was little anyone could do to salvage the turn of events. But she just couldn't get her mind off it. And she wasn't even thinking of a way out, a solution, a conclusion. She was just thinking.

The thing is that she was equally confused by his using the word 'career'. Only a few days ago she saw him running around in the park with his arms spread out yelling, "I'm an airplane!"

Only she knew what he really was. And that was one thing she could no longer keep a secret.

She finally fought her own thoughts and dialled the number.

It rang.