He never got together with Sarah

Sarah's not my girlfriend. The thought triggered a sudden flood of knowledge, memories that weren't his own swirling with those that were well established. More accurately, he just knew that all the memories he had of dating Sarah weren't real. They seemed real... but empty somehow. He knew Sarah through work and he still had a thing for her friend Anna but he'd never asked her out.

The clash between his memories and his reason kept him so pre-occupied that he didn't notice anything unusual the whole way home. Which was quite a feat, considering he passed through the yellow district on his way home. If he'd been paying attention he would have seen asian women of all kinds in all forms of strange and unusual situations.

Back home, he'd finally come to terms with his current reality of being single. The place was fairly trashed, not gross but obviously a bachelor pad. He groaned as he noticed the old pizza boxes sitting on his counter.

He looked down at his hand, the girls number still clutched inside it. Maybe he just needed to get out of his apartment. Since he was single there was no logical reason for him not to call her up... other than that he might be suffering a mild psychotic break, considering his belief that he'd been dating a random girl he'd met through work.