Marilyn
She sat across from her neurosurgeon and could now answer a few of his questions, not about her life as Marrin, but that she had one memory of being Marrin. She had told him it was of her saying goodbye to her now ex-husband. That she recalled who he was and that they were divorced, and had gone their separate ways. Where it had been, at an airport.
She told him about those weird moments in her life where she kind of just zoned out and, when she came back to herself, that she had done something that she had no recollection of, explained that to him; she believed it was something Marrin could do. Told him Marrin, the woman she’d once been, had been a computer programmer in the gaming industry.
He’d nodded at her thoughtfully, “It could happen. The triggering event to unlocking y
