There was a baseball glove on one shelf and an autographed baseball on another. The books in the shelves were a mixture of science fiction and thrill...rs; not a romance to be seen. There were Sports Illustrated magazines in the rack. Atop the filing cabinet was a picture of the 'male' me and Debbie at a Ranger game. I was glad to see I was still friends with Debbie.Just for kicks, I looked to see what web sites were bookmarked in this life. I noticed that even in this life 'Victoria's. I went home that evening carrying more money than anyone could dream of having in their vehicle at one time. I went inside and went into the office where I always put my briefcase, pens, business card holder, wallet and watch. I also set the briefcase that Mary Stein had left with me on the desk as well. Michelle wasn’t home yet she had mentioned that she wanted to look at the design for the plates she thought of having made for the restaurant. I went to the master bedroom, changed into shorts. "Two days after Christmas of 2014, I got this feeling all of a sudden. I felt bold. I felt ballsy. I had never been kissed on New Year’s Eve before. When I got up, I hurried up and messaged her on Twitter while the feeling was still warm within my body. I typed the message, hesitated, and pressed send. I quickly put my phone down. I didn't look at my phone for hours.That afternoon, I got that long-awaited (and dreaded) return message saying that she’s going to be out of town with her girls but. You must leave.”Faced with her adamant refusal Alex rose to his feet. “I owe you my life Carmen.” He told her. “One day I will find you again!”Her grey eyes were unfathomable as she gazed at him. “Perhaps .... perhaps if my heaven is the same as yours. Goodbye Alex Greschen. Remember me.”The cloud cover was kind as Alex picked his way down off the ridge for the path ahead lay clear even while darker clouds gathered behind. He paused often to look back. She was still there perched on her rock,.