It's Monday. Monday afternoon. I'm at work. But it's different. I'm in another part of the office. A section -- a room -- I'm not familiar with. I haven't visited this area very often. It's darker here. Especially in the corners.

I see a phone on a shelf, I think. [Inspired by the Matrix? Or not?] An old style phone, with a rotor dial. Then I remember.

OH NO.

I check the time. (How? I don't know, because I don't have a watch, but somehow, I'm certain of what time it is.) It's late afternoon. Too late. Way too late.

I was supposed to leave at 12:30 for my doctor's appointment. But now, that's long over. And I missed it.

What WAS I doing all morning? Was I at work? Was I somewhere else? Was I sleeping? Had I slept? I couldn't remember.

It was like I blacked out the entire portion of the day. Not a trace of it left in my brain. Like those times back in the mental hospital years ago, when I would wake up in seclusion without a clue where I had been when I went to sleep, and people would tell me about the crazy things I had said and done, but I couldn't recall even a faint trace.

I knew one thing for certain though: I hadn't made it to the doctor. I cursed myself for it.

I picked up my cell, and called my therapist. How could I explain my absense? I'd just have to apologize, pay the fee, and schedule another appointment for next week. That was all.

...

At home. On Argo. I had an email from [real handle, as it appeared in the dream, censored] Tefkamm. Somehow, the account had been restored. I wasn't sure how, or why, or what had made it happen, but it was there. I don't even recall the contents of the message. I just remember that I was glad.