Suddenly Shayla remembered that she had left her mobile at Iman's house. When she got home, she saw something she couldn't believe.😱

[Shayla opens the front door]

Shayla:
…What the—?

Shayla:
No. No, no, no. This can’t be real.

(She drops her bag. Her heart starts pounding.)

Shayla:
Why are the lights on? I swear I turned everything off.

Voice from the living room:
You’re home early.

Shayla:
…Iman?

Iman (stepping into view):
Hey.

Shayla:
What are you doing here?

Iman:
You left your phone at my place. I tried calling your mom, your sister—no one picked up. I got worried.

Shayla:
So you decided to break into my house?!

Iman:
Your spare key is still under the flower pot. Same place it’s been for two years.

Shayla:
That doesn’t mean you can just walk in like this!

Iman:
Shayla, calm down. You’re shaking.

Shayla:
I’m shaking because I walked into my house and found you standing here like it’s normal!

Iman:
It’s not normal. That’s why I’m here.

Shayla:
What is that supposed to mean?

Iman:
Sit down. Please.

Shayla:
No. You talk. Now.

Iman:
Your phone… it kept buzzing. I wasn’t trying to snoop, I swear. But the notifications wouldn’t stop.

Shayla:
You went through my phone?

Iman:
I saw one message. Just one.

Shayla:
From who?

Iman:
“Unknown Contact.”

Shayla:
…What did it say?

Iman:
“She’s starting to remember. We don’t have much time.”

Shayla:
That’s not funny.

Iman:
I’m not joking.

Shayla:
Who would send me something like that?!

Iman:
That’s what I wanted to ask you.

Shayla:
I’ve never seen that message before. I swear.

Iman:
Then explain this.

Shayla:
Explain what?

Iman (pulling something from his pocket):
This was taped to the back of your phone case.

Shayla:
…That’s a photo.

Iman:
Look closer.

Shayla:
That’s me.

Iman:
And the date?

Shayla:
Five years ago… but I didn’t even live here then.

Iman:
Exactly.

Shayla:
Why don’t I remember this?

Iman:
That’s what scares me.

Shayla:
Iman… why are you looking at me like that?

Iman:
Because in the photo—you’re standing in front of this house.

Shayla:
That’s impossible.

Iman:
And you’re not alone.

Shayla:
Who’s with me?

Iman:
Someone whose face has been scratched out.

Shayla:
…Why would someone do that?

Iman:
Unless you did it yourself.

Shayla:
I would remember.

Iman:
Would you?

Shayla:
Stop saying that!

Iman:
Shayla, listen to me. There’s something you’re not telling me.

Shayla:
Because I don’t know it!

Iman:
Then why does your phone unlock with a password I’ve never seen you use?

Shayla:
What password?

Iman:
Your birthday. But backwards.

Shayla:
…I haven’t used that since—

Iman:
Since before you “moved here.”

Shayla:
Oh my God.

Iman:
Tell me the truth. Please.

Shayla:
I… I’ve been having dreams.

Iman:
What kind of dreams?

Shayla:
This house. The hallway. Someone crying.

Iman:
Who?

Shayla:
I don’t know. But every time I wake up, my hands are shaking… like they are now.

Iman:
Shayla.

Shayla:
What if I’ve been here before?

Iman:
What if you never really left?

Shayla:
Then why can’t I remember?

Iman:
Maybe because someone didn’t want you to.

Shayla:
…Iman?

Iman:
Yeah?

Shayla:
Did you hear that?

Iman:
Hear what?

Shayla:
Footsteps.

Iman:
There’s no one else here.

Shayla (whispering):
Then why did my phone just buzz?

Iman:
What does it say?

Shayla (reading):
“Too late. She’s home.”

Iman:
Shayla…

Shayla:
That message wasn’t sent to me.

Iman:
Then who was it sent for?

(The lights suddenly go out.)

Shayla:
Iman?!

Iman:
I’m right here. Don’t move.

Unknown Voice in the dark:
You weren’t supposed to remember this way.

She walks past him, opens the door, and steps into the flashing lights.

Iman:
Will you hate me?

Shayla (without turning back):
No.

Beat.

Shayla:
But I won’t forget you either.

The door closes.

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