11. For the soulmate thing (Pattyknowsbest)
11. “I remember you…in our past life.”
Ever since Patty had shown up at their place, Holtz had had a nagging feeling around her. Like she had forgotten something whenever Patty was in the same room. Like there was something she was supposed to do.
But no matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn’t figure it out.
The first few days, it was seemingly unrelated. ‘Did I forget to switch off my soldering iron?’, ‘Have I eaten something yet?’, ‘Was there something I should have done?’ but soon enough, Holtz put it together. This feeling always came when Patty was in the room.
It was confusing and distracting and seriously annoying and it dragged all through the whole ordeal at the Mercado.
Until it became outright worrying.
Patty had taken over one of the long workbenches in Holtz’s lab since her desk was too small to contain all the old and in part valuable books she was scouring through. She was bent over, flipping gently through onion-skin thin pages, squinting at the old script.
It was that moment that it hit Holtz. It was like a projector flickering to life in front of her eyes, overlaying the Patty right there in front of her, dressed in a bright t-shirt with another version of Patty. That other version was dressed in a similarly colourful, flowing dress, her hair up in artful curls.
The bright lighting in the workshop was replaced by the flickering of candles and when Holtz looked down, she found she was dressed in a corsetted dress under her labcoat.
Squinting, Holtz shook her head vehemently, almost hard enough to dislodge her glasses. She braced herself against her workbench, squeezing her eyes shut to get rid of the vision.
