Holly Willoughby

The blue-green eyes staring back at me belonged to TV presenter Holly Willoughby, just as I'd somehow known, moments before. She actually looked quite concerned as I stared back at her, turning to the driver to say something before pulling the window down and leaning out. The car slowed to a stop.

"Are you ok?", she asked, with more than a little concern.

I must have looked quite dazed, walking in the middle of the road, coming to terms with this new sense of mine. Still, I didn't expect the average Londoner, never mind a celebrity, to pay any attention.

"I....er...I think so?"

"Do you need help? Someone I can call?".

At this point the cabbie turned around, annoyed, "Ma'am, we really should get going".

A honk from the car behind jolted us both and I realised the rest of the world wasn't having quite the same mind-blowing revelation I was.

"No no, sorry, I...", I waved her away, "Sorry, that's very kind. Big fan and all that but I'm fine, really", I turned away and got back onto the pavement as traffic restarted, with more than a few drivers hurling expletives at me as they drove on.

I began walking again but I was back to reassessing these pulses now, focusing on them each in turn to see what I could find. Evidently Victoria had left the shop and was walking in the other direction. When I focused on her though I could still see her in exact detail, even with the distance. Other pulses were still indistinct though.

Suddenly I was aware of a pulse approaching me, right on top of me-

"Sorry", came the soft voice of Holly, now stood in front of me, "I didn't quite catch what you said then."

She was dressed quite stylishly, a white ribbed long sleeve top hugging her figure, a black pencil skirt wrapped round her hips. It had a slash curving up one side that showed a little flesh, and her legs were bare from the knees down to her black high heels. Holly's blonde hair came down in waves to her shoulders, bouncing slightly as she moved her head. Bold red lipstick made it difficult for me to look anywhere but her mouth as she spoke.

"Did you say you were a fan?", she asked, concern on her face.

"Er...", I realised the taxi she'd been in was now parked ahead on the street, blocking a loading bay, hazard lights on as a half hearted excuse. The driver was obviously still waiting for her, had been asked to pull over. Was it really so she could check on me?

"...sure", I said with a shrug, "Course I'm a fan"

I'd only ever half watched her on tv to be honest, she was usually on when I was at work, apart from some of the evening rubbish shows she presented. She always seemed nice and bubbly though, unpretentious. Plus something about her - and it was evident as I was standing in front of herthat it wasn't just on tv - seemed to make her likable. She was the attainable blonde bombshell.

Ok, unlike Victoria Justice she wasn't the object of many of my late night wank fantasies but she was beautiful.

Her face lit up for a second as I said that and then her concern returned, if anything even stronger,

"Well we can't have you wandering about not well, you really don't seem ok. We could take you somewhere if that would help?", Holly gestured back to the taxi, "Have you eaten? I was just heading home, maybe I could get you a meal?"

Well this really was bizarre. Inviting a stranger into her taxi...into her home? But I needed to figure out what was going on with me and the only way that was going to happen was by following the clues.