A bottle of wine mysteriously appears inside Jane’s apartment on her 29th birthday with the
cryptic message Tabula Rasa—Warning: There Is No Return. So since she is suicidal
and drunk and other things associated with country music songs, Jane swallows a mouthful,
figuring that the worst it could be is a dignified poison.
Jane gagged on the sour taste in her mouth. She was so dizzy, she’d fallen
.
. . but she was sitting in an office chair, with no memory whatsoever of
leaving her dark and quiet apartment.
Florescent lights beat down on her, and the
familiar voices of a call center surrounded her. None of this was possible. She was back
at her old workplace. It was a workday, late afternoon, judging by the angle of light.
Ultimata Insurance had laid her off months ago, yet here she was.