About Last Night | Episode 16

Jason wondered when Emma would come back home.  She has to come back some time Jason thought to himself.  Franklin had gotten up sputtering and cursing under his breath, almost inaudible to anyone else and left a while ago.  Not that he had been much company since he passed out soon after Jason came home.  Jason started to feel more alone than he had ever felt in his life.  There had always been someone around even before he started seeing Emma during high school, but now there was no one, not even Franklin had stuck around to talk to him about what was going on.  In fact, now that he thought about it, Franklin hadn’t paid any attention to him at all after he got cleaned up and put on some clothes.  At first, he thought it was because he had startled him when he had gotten home, but then it was almost like Franklin had ignored him till he passed out on the couch.  To top that off there were the gaps in time that he was starting to experience, which were starting to unnerve him a little.  They had only happened a few times so far, but right now he couldn’t even remember how he had gotten to the motel room, or back home for that matter, and just how the hell had he gotten out to the middle of nowhere last night?

Still, at a loss, he just shook his head as if to shake the thoughts out of it altogether.  He was getting tired of trying to figure out what had happened to him.  It was almost as if he had selective amnesia, that only affected his memory from last night.  The one thing he sort of remembered was more of a feeling than a memory, there was this burning itch; that seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn’t place why or what would cause it, and then nothing again, like a great black hole, a void opened up and licked away his memories, but only for one night.  “What happened?” he asked himself for the millionth time, then started trying to remember again even though he had just told himself not to think about it anymore.  Finally, in frustration, he reached his hand out, made a fist and hit the coffee table as hard as he could.

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