[hutchibk]

It was a warm and festive night in downtown Boston - the city was buzzing from the high of just putting on a clinic for the LA Lakers and suffocating them to win the NBA Championship in a stunning Game 6. Bars and pubs were filled to the brim and drunken partying was in full force.

Vivian Onassis-McIntyre (a name she liked to use while traveling, and often considered changing to legally) was leaving the club level of the Boston Garden with her jet-set-toy-boy-model of the moment named Tai, headed to a celebration party for the team. As her limo pulled up in the long line of waiting limos, she had a quick passing thought, a deja-vu, that she had been here and done this before, but could not put her finger on the time and place. It felt so real. Like an amnesia memory re-firing in her brain. She closed her eyes hard and shook her head in an effort to clear the memory away, but grains of it continued to haunt her as she climbed into the back seat of the car. Tai clumsily reached for a Zima from the small refrigerator in the well stocked bar on wheels, and ran his hand provocatively up her slender and well-toned leg.

Suddenly it hit Vivian, the memory, the deja vu, and what it meant, and chills ran up her spine... she pulled out her cell phone and dialed furiously, nervously as her hands shook trying to hit all the right buttons.
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As Valerie went flying off her barstool, her purse flew from her lap and all it's contents ended up strewn across the sticky bar room floor, her cell phone sliding almost the entire way to the bar stool at the end of the bar. As it slowed, it started ringing. Geoffrey slid off his bar stool intending to offer a hand to the woman in distress, but instead reached for the cell phone and answered it, for no good reason except reflex and habit. The voice on the other end sounded faintly familiar, but he couldn't be sure, and he wondered how in the world he would know the voice on the other end of a stranger's cell phone...