He shoved the fax into his pocket. He wasn’t doing this.
Then he noticed something in the fax tray. A miniature sketch.
…So maybe he was a little curious. He headed for the parking lot.
It was taped to the wall. Taped underneath was another scrap sketch. He grabbed them both and read the note.
“Past Jim,
Good to know that I wasn’t as broken as I thought I was when I was still you.
Second choice: are you willing to forgive her?
If you are, go to where she first kissed you.
Future Jim.”
He sighed. Just one more.
