You Had Me at Halo (21 page)

“I know.” Holly nodded. “Or else I’ll be stuck in horrid old Level One for ages. Well, I suppose there’s always the fat bloke to talk to,” she said with a sigh.

“Miss Evans,” Dr. Hill said in a soft voice. “If the manual purge doesn’t work you won’t remember who the fat...I mean who Mr. Michaels is.”

“As if I’m going to forget him and his smart mouth in a hurry.”

Dr. Hill started to fiddle with laser beam machine before coughing. “The thing is, if this doesn’t work, you won’t remember anything. If we can’t separate your earthly issues from the rest of your mind, then as a last resort we erase everything.”

Holly rubbed her chin and studied Vince’s shoe. “Well that doesn’t make any sense,” she finally said. “If you erase my memories then how will I know when I’m in Level Three? When I see my father again...or meet my real mother for the first time?”

“You won’t.”

For a moment all Holly could hear was the slight buzz of the insects floating around in the warm air. It was a perfect summer evening. The sort of night that in the past would’ve had Holly and Gemma down by the marina at their favorite bar, righting the wrongs of the world over a glass of wine. .

It was the sort of evening that she would never remember.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? She finally managed to croak.

“It’s all in the—”

“Rulebook,” Holly finished off with in a dull voice. “They should start to put a health warning on the front of that thing: ‘Don’t read at your own risk.’”

“It’s not normally such a problem, but for some reason your mind is really blocked to the greater glories of heaven.”

“So I’m being punished.” Holly could feel her bottom lip wobble. “Is this because I told my boss last month that I had cramps when really I was just hung over? Or is it because I stole the sign to the women’s toilets at the Baker Colwell Christmas party, because not naming names, but Gemma Gulliven was definitely egging me on.”

“You still have until tomorrow at one o’clock before anything is decided, and even then it’s not as a punishment for past crimes. It’s just as a way of helping you to get rid of your issues. It’s designed to give some peace and open you up to—”

“Please don’t say the glories of heaven or I think I’ll be sick,” Holly retorted.

“I’m not here to give you a hard time. I’m here to help. After all, I’m your spiritual realigner.”

“Okay,” she gulped. “So if you’re here to help, then help me. Tell me what else I can do. I really don’t want to lose my memories.”

Dr. Hill gave her a comforting smile as he studied the plasma screen on his little machine. “The problem appears to be tied up in the fact some people think you committed suicide.”

“I. Did. Not—”

Dr. Hill inched away from her. “I’m not here to judge,” he reassured her. “All I’m saying is that it seems to bother you.”

“Of course it bothers me.” Holly rummaged around in Vince’s bag for the brochure that he’d tried to hide from her earlier.
Don’t Suffer in Silence. Call Suicide Samaritans now
. “They are all over the company as well,” she informed him. “And they weren’t last time I was here.”

“Well, that’s what you have to do.”

“What, clear my name and convince people I didn’t kill myself?”

Dr. Hill nodded.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s what I
have
been trying to do,” Holly was stung into retorting. “It’s not like I’ve come back just to go shopping and relax. I’ve been working my butt off. Do you think this has been easy for me?” she added in a righteous voice.

Dr. Hill lifted an eyebrow. “You went to a bar and drank beer,”
he reminded her.

Holly winced. “Well...okay...I guess I shouldn’t have done that. Though in my defense it’s been a very long day, Did I tell you that Vince’s girlfriend tried to kiss me this morning? Which by the way definitely isn’t making this job any easier. That girl is like a limpet, and honestly if Vince is too nice to tell her to shove off then I should probably do it for him. It would be my way of saying thank-you for all his help.”

“Er, sure. If you say so. But what was your point?”

Holly scratched her head for a moment. Vince being nice? Amy Jenkins being a limpet? Drinking beer? Oh yes—that was right, she had been going to say how hard this whole thing was.
“It’s not exactly simple to prove my innocence in this body. You guys sure don’t expect much.”

“We have no expectations. This is your mind and it’s the one that won’t let go. So really this isn’t a work project you’re being forced to do. This is for you.”

Holly thought of all the hand written notes she’d made herself when she first started her new job. She knew it didn’t always come that easily to her, which is why she worked so hard to make sure she didn’t fail. But how could she work on the biggest project of her life…or death…when she couldn’t convince anyone to talk to her?

She felt another bubble of panic start to rise, but this time there was no Vince around to calm her down.

“Are you all right?”

She took a deep breath and tried to imagine Vince telling her it would all be okay. “I guess so. That memory-wiping thing just threw me for a few minutes. But I’m going to see Todd tonight and you know he’s a pretty clever guy. I’m sure he’ll be able to help.”

The little machine made a beeping noise and Dr. Hill looked up with a smile. “Definitely the right attitude, there’s already an improvement in your mind.”

“Hey.” Holly felt some of panic subsiding. “Well that was easy—not as easy as cheating on a magazine quiz of course—but not too bad.”

“Thanks...I think.”

“That’s okay,” she started to say but the rest of the words stuck in her throat as she caught sight of four guys wearing novelty ties walking toward her. They must have got sick of waiting for her to come and collect the satchel. Well, when she said
her
, she meant Vince.
Oh boy.

At least they were too far away to see her lips moving. The last thing she wanted was for them to think she’d been talking to her invisible friend.

And where was Vince when she needed him?

According to Dr. Hill he would be out of it for the next few hours.
Great.
It looked like she was going to have to go this one alone.

“It’s all right,” Holly said under her breath to Dr. Hill. “I won’t give the game away.”

“Hey, Vince, the guys got sick of waiting so we thought we’d come out here and see if we could find you.” Andrew passed the satchel over.

“Yeah, and who are you talking to?” Graham added.

“Talking to? I wasn’t talking to anyone.” Holly gratefully clutched at the bag and tried to sound Vince like. “Just here all by myself.”

Dr. Hill coughed. Gosh, the least he could do was not try and distract her. Especially since it was his fault Vince wasn’t here to help out.

“What about the guy sitting next to you?”
Southpark
Tie and Matching Socks said. Holly hadn’t quite managed to catch his name yet.

Dr. Hill coughed again.

“Ha. Good one.” Holly laughed, still trying to not let him put her off. Boy he really wasn’t a team player was he? Not content with sending her to hell he was now trying to make her look crazy as well. “As if there’s someone sitting next to me.”

“I thought you had to leave early to do something at home,” the technician persisted. “Are you sure you didn’t go to another bar?”

“Of course, I’m—”

“I’m not invisible.” Dr. Hill coughed again and Holly turned and stared at him.

“What?” Holly blinked.

The doctor stood up and collected his numerous bags. “Vince, you win the bet. You can stop pretending I don’t exist now.” Then he turned to the four boys. “He’s a joker isn’t he?”

Holly felt her jaw hang open as Dr. Hill disappeared off down the road. Was he laughing? Honestly that man needed to have his spiritual realinger license taken away from him. He was a mockery.

He had also come bearing particularly bad news and Holly realized she had no time to lose. She got to her feet, said goodbye to the technicians and tried to remember just where Vince’s apartment was. She needed to make sure her talk with Todd tonight went perfectly. The alternative wasn’t worth thinking about.

CHAPTER NINTEEN

Ten minutes later Holly fumbled with the keys in Vince’s pocket and finally pushed open the door. She dropped down onto the couch and rubbed her pounding temples. She just needed to relax for a few moments and remind herself that everything would be okay. And of course it was a complete coincidence that a
Friends
repeat was just about to start.

So anyway, where did Vince keep his television?

When they’d arrived back last night, Holly had been too dazed and confused to really notice much more than the fact she was sharing her body with a guy.

However today, not only had she started to learn that Vince was actually quite sweet and kind, but she’d also discovered that too much thinking was bad for her brain. She needed to switch off for a little while or she might spontaneously combust. And that couldn’t be good for anyone.

Okay and still no sign of any television.

Holly shut the final cabinet (which she’d known had been a long shot since it was underneath the sink) and felt like screaming. Was it too much to ask for at least
something
to go right today?

How could he not have a television? After all that was what water cooler conversations were made of. Maybe that was why Vince was such a loner. Or was it because he wanted to be a loner that he didn’t have a television in the first place? The never-ending chicken and egg debate.

She was just twiddling her thumbs and once again studying Vince’s fingers when the phone rang. Holly jumped up to answer it before realizing that since Vince wasn’t around it could just put her right back into another landmine of trouble. On the other hand it could be Gemma with more news. Holly picked up the phone.

“Vince?” a woman said and Holly cursed herself for being so nosy.

“Er, yeah,” she answered in a cautious voice. Well at least it wasn’t Amy Jenkins, which had to be something.

“It’s Lorraine, here.”

“Oh, right.” Holly racked her brain to see if the name rang any bells. But no. “H-ow are you?”

“I’ve just had the day from hell.”

You want to bet?
Holly raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“God yes,” Lorraine groaned. “You know they say to never work with animals or children, but they should definitely add actors to that list. You wouldn’t believe what an old diva, Monica Edwards, was being today.”

Holly nearly dropped the phone.

Monica Edwards played Samantha Montgomery, the matriarch and complete bitch of
The Rich and the Restless
. Of course she would be a diva in real life. That’s what character acting was all about. It was a small sacrifice to pay for the dazzling performances she gave week in and week out. After all, you didn’t get ten Emmys by being halfhearted.

Which meant this was Lorraine of
The Rich and the Restless
fame. Talk about one degree of separation to...well...the most famous cast in the whole world. Holly tried not to jump up and down in excitement, but she was jumping on the inside.

“Yeah,” Lorraine continued. “She’s been a nightmare, which is why I wasn’t able to call you earlier.”

“Well you know, perhaps she was just being crabby because it’s Thursday,” Holly suggested. “Remember she’s married to Larry Edwards, the Great Morning host, and he’s always away during the week. Well it stands to reason she’d be a bit funny, doesn’t it?”

Lorraine seemed speechless, which Holly took as a sign to keep speaking, especially about the errors she had seen on the website text. It wasn’t like Vince had prohibited Holly from saying anything; it was just he had been worried about the time factor. And rightly so. But since Holly was taking a small break from freaking about her less than chirpy future, it really wasn’t a problem.

“Wow,” Lorraine finally spoke. “You never told me you were a fan before. How do you know all of that stuff?”

“Er, well I watch the show, I guess.”
Or did watch it up until two weeks ago.

“I know I should watch it more often. But I just find the thought so depressing. I mean I have a Ph.D. in 1960s French and Italian cinema.”

Gosh, that sounded impressive. Not that Holly was exactly sure if she’d seen any French or Italian films from the 1960s, but she was sure they would be good. “So if you hate it so much, then why are doing the job?”

“I thought it would look good on my résumé to have done some television work but even though I’m meant to be a production assistant, I seem to spend most of my time organizing websites, sorting out fan mail and making sure that Lewis Webber gets his special vitamin drinks every morning before filming.”