‘For whom are you working?’

‘Excuse me?’ he replied with a familiar voice.

‘On whose order are you doing this, who is creating all these difficulties?’

He applied brakes and the vehicle stopped at the mid of road. He turned around, and he was Alex my wife’s boy friend. I was quite stunned, but I didn’t show any such expression.

‘So Alex, you’re behind all this?’

‘No! But everything’s going on, on one person’s order and that one person is someone very unexpected’

‘I know before getting me killed, he will show up’ I replied with confidence.

‘Anyways I wanted to give you something’ he said taking out an envelope and giving it to me.

‘It seems to be a marriage invitation’ I said examining and opening the envelope.

‘I better leave’ he said immediately jumping out of

the taxi.

As I read the invitation my wife Linda’s name was mentioned as bride and Alex as the groom. I got badly astound and said to myself:

‘My wife’s getting married? No, I know this is just a planned act but not reality. I’m sure this is just another…’

‘Hands up!’ a police officer said to me, who was standing next to my door. ‘Step out of the car’

I stepped out realizing that things were actually getting worse but were all planned by someone.

Next moment, I was sitting at the detention room in police custody. I was quite worried but also irritated. Two police officers came along with a normal civilian and showed me a photograph of an unknown African person.

‘Do you know him?’ one of the officers asked.

‘No’ I replied.

‘But you do know Dean?’ the officer said.

‘What is the case here?’ I asked getting annoyed.

‘The leader of your gang Dean killed this man Mr. Carrey, this man standing here, has witnessed this crime taking place. And he says that you were also standing there with Dean’

I chuckled looking at the civilian, who was pretending to be a witness.

‘This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard’ I said looking into officer’s eyes.

‘We are not going to arrest you, we just want you to hand over your leader Dean’

‘Oh God! You people are intolerable’

The civilian got angry and came in front of me; he showed me his wound on his leg.

‘This is also intolerable. You shot me with your gun, do you remember?’

‘Do you have any proof?’ I asked him.

‘No, but…’

‘Well Mr. Morton’ the officer said, ‘If your crime of shooting him would be proved, then you’ll also get confinement of few months. But right now we need Mr. Dean’

‘Now shut up officer!’ I said standing up angrily, ‘I know there’s no Dean, and none of the crimes took place. You guys are all doing this shit on someone’s order. I know this is planned’

The officers looked at each other making an absurd expression.

‘Anyways, we’ll let you go right now if you give us some information regarding Dean’

I held my forehead tightly in frustration and decided to agree with them, by lying or giving false statements. So I said:

‘Ok sir, I’ll hand him over to you by next week. I just have to locate him’

‘Ok, you’ll be released but you’ll have to come whenever…’

‘…I know I know’ I interrupted the officer’s words.

I stood up and intended to leave.

An hour later, I was walking looking at my wife’s marriage invitation card. I got surprised when I saw that it was dated ‘2013’, as it was 2011 according to me. So I stopped a lady who was walking by my side:

‘Excuse me Ma’am’

‘Yes’ she replied.

‘Look this invitation card is dated 2013’

‘Yeah so?’

‘So?’ I asked feeling strange, ‘Isn’t 2011 the current year’

‘Are you insane?’ she said giving a weird look.

She walked away and I kept on looking at her.

‘Now what sort of game is this? I’m being taken two years forward’

I started running back to my hotel, realizing that staying out of room can cause more and more confusions and difficulties. I tore the invitation card into pieces.

On the way, someone stopped me from my left side, by holding my left hand. I knew he was also someone planned, so I thought of asking him the question regarding the current year,

‘It’s 2013 right?’ I asked, hoping he would reply with yes.

‘No it’s 2011’ he laughed, ‘Why did you ask this?’

I remained silent, realizing he might not be someone planned. He took out his pistol and said:

‘Give me whatever you have?’

‘Oh so you are planned?’ I said realizing him to be a planned gangster, ‘Look you may check my pockets, I don’t have enough money than you must be demanding’

He angrily shot me on my leg and ran away. I badly fell down, and cried out aloud feeling a terrific pain.

I just tore the sleeve of my shirt’s left arm and tied it across the wound tightly to prevent blood loss. And then I decided to go back to my hotel.

By seven o clock in the evening, I reached the hotel and went back to my room. As I entered inside, I saw a note on my bed. Something was written in few words but large handwriting: ‘YOUR SON JERRY HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED’

I badly got upset and tore the paper weeping out loud. I didn’t got too much shocked, because I was actually expecting this to happen.

Retrograde Amnesia

By nine o’ clock,

I was roaming around in my room thinking about all the events and problems that took place. So I finally decided to kill myself with my knife that I used to carry with myself.

I took out that large knife from my suitcase, and prepared to commit this suicide. But as I took it near to my throat, I heard a familiar voice from behind:

‘Harold stop! You’re getting your answers don’t die right now’

As I turned around, I saw Draco standing close to the door of my room’s entrance. I didn’t believe my eyes, as I knew this was either a dream or a hallucination.

‘You don’t seem to be surprised’

‘You’re not real’ I replied.

‘Oh really?’

My room’s door knocked, from Draco’s behind. He turned and opened the gate. It was the room service. The waiter gave him a cup of coffee and asked for his signature. Everything was happening in front of my eyes but I was surprised that how come that waiter could see the dead man, who was my hallucination.

Draco shut the door and kept the cup of coffee aside. I angrily said to him:

‘Hey you’re not alive, you were dead’

‘Do you think that I’m dead?

‘How did you survive?’ I asked realizing he was actually alive. ‘I saw Danny stabbing you’

‘No, you didn’t see that, you heard me screaming which wasn’t real. Anyways I’m here to tell you about the person on whose order all these things are happening with you’

Then I heard footsteps approaching towards me from behind. As I turned around I saw Danny. I got a little surprised and asked Draco:

‘Hold on for a minute, is he that person who is behind my every trouble? Mr. N.3.’

‘No, but…’

‘Just a second, will you guys tell me how did Draco survive?’

‘Allow me to tell you this’ Danny said to me, ‘whatever you witnessed that day on my house… Petunia tied up, Draco getting murdered, everything. It was all a planned act. You can call it a drama’

‘Oh God’ I felt astonished, ‘so does this mean that day before yesterday whatever happened between all of us in that room was planned by both of you?’

‘Yes exactly’ Danny smiled.

‘And Petunia? Anyways, look, both of you were my friends…who has made you my enemies? On whose order are you doing this with me?’

‘Should we tell him?’ Danny asked Draco.

‘Allow me, I’ll tell him’ Draco said gently.

A feeling of thrill passed in my nerves, as I was about to know someone who was the answer of my every question.

‘Ok Harold I’ll tell you everything’ Draco said being honest, ‘but first I want you to believe that we’ll tell you no lies today. Everything we’ll speak, is going to be a truth, I promise’

‘Ok it depends on type of fact you’ll tell me. Who’s my culprit?’

‘It’s YOU’ Draco replied, ‘behind all these activities, the person who had ordered this stuff was only you Harold Tyson’

‘Look Draco’ I claimed getting annoyed, ‘I’ve had enough of this shit, tell me the truth or get out’

‘I knew you’d say that but first tell me in which year are we living’

‘According to me it’s 2011, but some idiots like yourself are saying that it’s 2013’

‘Did you go to the embassy?’ Draco asked.

‘Yes and…’ I stopped remembering the person whom I met there.

‘What will you do with this? It’s already expired, an year ago’ I remembered that person’s words.

‘Oh my God!’ I said realizing maybe I was living in 2013. ‘But then where did 2012 go?’

‘Do you know what is Retrograde Amnesia?’ Draco asked giving me a document of a medical report.

‘Yes I know what is Amnesia?’ I replied taking the report and seeing it, ‘In this, the patient’s memory is lost after an accident causing head injury’

‘Good, but in Retrograde Amnesia, a person’s memory is lost only for a specific time period. You head an accident in 2011, and then another injury to your head was done in 2013. The second injury caused you this Retrograde Amnesia due to which your memory went back to the accident of 2011’

‘Oh no!’ I said getting surprised, ‘so that day when I woke up and found myself in bandages…’

‘…I lied to you about the car accident that day. The car accident took place in 2011’

‘Oh I see’ I said realizing the truth, ‘then what happened in 2012 and later months of 2011…and the earlier ones of 2013’

‘That’s the most interesting part to know’ Draco replied giving an expression of excitement.