In the store window, he could see the reflection of a woman standing where he was.
She was in her twenties, with long dark hair. She was wearing a low-cut top and a pair of tight jeans.
"What the..." The woman mouthed the words.
Tom didn't know what to do. He panicked and started to run....he didn't stop till he was several blocks away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ID. That had been when this all started.
It read Roxanne Simmons...the woman from the reflection stared back at him from the picture. He dropped it into a nearby garbage can like it was toxic.
He walked into a coffee shop. "What can I get you, miss?"
Shit Tom thought. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he needed to find a way out of this.
"I'm not a miss," he insisted. He reached for his own ID...but it was gone...and the fake ID...the one he had just thrown away, was back.
