My house. I could tell it was the same house but it looked different. The yard was neatly mowed, so maybe my version two self had been responsible eno...gh to take care of it before he tried to off himself. The color was different than I remembered, too. Mom used to describe the house as being ‘baby-shit yellow’ but this was definitely just a pale yellow like cream. Maybe V2 was colorblind. Or maybe my V1 memory was from before the house was painted. Or something.My bicycle was a lot nicer than I. ’ She patted the bed beside her. I sat, I couldn’t be sure that she didn’t have a gun in her hand that was hidden under the covers. ‘I’ll give you this, you were very quiet, the only sound that I heard was when you shoved something under the door, I assumed that it was to prevent me or someone else from interrupting you doing what it was that you were doing. I won’t even ask what that was, because I don’t care, even if it leads to my husband’s death, I no longer care what happens to him.’ ‘Why. ’ ‘Touché,’ Katie walked up to me and gave me a kiss, then stepped back, ‘I never thanked you for getting rid of that drunk asshole last night,’ I started to respond but Katie cut me off and kept going, ‘It’s like having a personal super-hero protecting me from drunks. I’ve told you about Dan, right? My gay friend that drives off drunks for me at school? He’s my ‘school-town hero.’ You’re my ‘home-town hero.” ‘Wow,’ I shook my head, ‘that’s so cheesy.’ ‘Oh, shut up. And, seriously, put some. Karen gave me the answer and told me what I had to do.I reached over to my wife and pulled her to her feet. “Darling, I’m sorry about the doors, I’ll put them back tomorrow so you can lock your bedroom. Tonight, you’ll just have to trust me not to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night.”“Jake. Please, please sleep with me tonight. You don’t have to make love to me. I know there may be images in your head that you didn’t put there, but you can’t get rid of them. I have the useful trick.