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The streets, the subway, the streets, the stairs up to her<br />
apartment—everything is blissfully drab and ordinary, nobody<br />
appearing and vanishing, just the usual assortment of late night<br />
travelers, sleepy or unsavory. So there’s a pretty good chance she<br />
hasn’t gone insane. But of course, it didn’t happen, however real it<br />
seemed. Still seems. She showers and brushes her teeth quickly,<br />
and hops into bed, expecting to be terrified, but is asleep almost at<br />
once.<br />
She wakes once during the night, wakes sitting upright as if<br />
she had been sleeping in that position. Slow grumble of a truck<br />
outside prowling the pre-dawn streets, casting branch-shadows on<br />
her curtains. It takes her several minutes to stop shaking.<br />
She wakes again with a normal well-lit noisy normal world<br />
going on outside. One night removed from her, the event is<br />
something to be understood, however strange, however impossible<br />
it was. And it was possible. She is certain that she saw him. Messy.<br />
Kind of cute, if you cleaned him up some. And shocked. As<br />
startled as she was. Why. And how did nobody else see him? He<br />
can’t just have appeared and disappeared—not there, there, not<br />
there again. But her senses disagreed then, and she disagrees now.<br />
Maybe she is going insane. But it doesn’t feel it, and she really<br />
doesn’t have a reason. If it’s some kind of chemical imbalance<br />
thing, it’s a doozie. Vanishing Man Syndrome. Yes, men like that<br />
are common, but not this way. There’s vanishing and there’s—<br />
Huh?<br />
OK. So what does she do? There has to be some kind of way<br />
to track him, doesn't there? She squeezes her eyes shut: he had<br />
dark hair, damp from the rain that had fallen earlier yesterday. But<br />
he looked more frazzled that just from being out in the rain. He<br />
hadn't shaved, but he didn't look like his whiskers grew in fast,<br />
more that wispy down that some men get. Taller than her but not<br />
by much. Big blue eyes.<br />
Maybe he’ll return, she thinks, but somehow she is certain that<br />
won’t be the case. For somebody who knows nothing about him,<br />
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