Once he got to Chili’s, he wasn’t sure where to go. He looked around outside, but found no notes.

Cautiously, he entered the building. An overenthusiastic young man greeted him inside. “You must be Jim!”

He paused, confused. “Uhm…why?”

The young man grinned and reached under the reservation desk. “This is for you.” He withdrew another note and another small sketch.

Jim sighed and took them.

“Past Jim,

This is it. Last choice.

Are you willing to try again?

Go to where she is. She’s been waiting for you.

Future Jim.”

There were directions on the back. He followed them.