“Hello” you ask the receptionist. “Hello” she answers with a thick french accent. “Wait, where in the world am I?” You ask. “Paris, of course” she answers. “This is going to sound a little bit weird, but do you know anything about me?” You ask her. “Sorry madame, but my shift started 1 hour ago” she replies.
You then remember your purse. You pull out the key “do you know if this is for a safe here? Or something?” You ask. “No, not from this hotel”. “And what about this keycard?” You ask her. “That hotel is a few blocks away, i can call them, what is your name?” She is being friendly and helpful, “i don’t know, i don’t remember anything” you tell her. She looks at you, certainly hoping you were joking. “I am not joking. To tell you the truth...” you say as you start to cry. “You must have an id in that purse” she interrupts you. “Not really, i already checked”.
“Give me a sec” she says as she picks up the phone and calls someone. You don’t understand a thing she is saying. She picks up your key card and reads from it. She puts her hand over the phone’s speaker. “Hello Amelie” she says. “That’s your name, probably Amy, as you are American” she tells you. Although the name doesn’t even ring a bell, you accept it. She thanks the other person on the line, and hangs up.
“Give me a minute” the receptionist says as she goes to the back to talk to her boss. She comed back and says “ok, i’ll take you to your hotel”. You are very grateful. But you wonder why she’s helping you. On your way, she tells you “this is exciting, i want to know more about you”.
On the hotel lobby, she talks to the receptionist there. You hear her introduce herself. “Rebecca” you feel embarrassed you hadn’t even asked her name. She turns back to you and tells you “room 101, lets go”.
As you reach the room, you open your purse and pull out your keycard, you hesitate a little, but finally find the courage to open the door. The room is a mess like if someone went in looking for something. “What happened here?” Rebecca asks. “I have no idea” you answer. You try to look for some clues.
You open the suitcase there. Is full of women’s clothes. Your clothes no doubt. And a passport. “This is it, who i am is here”. Rebecca looks at your eyes as you open it.
- It has your personal info
- It is blank
- It belongs to some american guy
- It has a note for you
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