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know, I can’t put my finger on it. But I’m sure I know him.”
    “It’ll probably come to you later.” Gerry gripped the mouse and moved the cursor around on the screen, as if he wanted to click on something. “Do you want this saved on the flash drive, too? Or should we keep looking for the other interview?”
    “First, let me watch the rest of it, then we’ll keep looking. But yes , I definitely want this on my flash drive.”
    “No prob.” Gerry stared at me with questioning eyes.
    A short while later, I walked out of the newsroom in a mystified state with the flash drive in my hand. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I called Bailey.

Chapter Eleven

    “I’m so glad you answered,” I said. “I know his last name. It’s Jenson. And I interviewed him in 2004.”
    “Interviewed who ?” Bailey asked on the other end of the line as I walked briskly to my car.
    “Chris—the guy I was married to in my vision. It was him. I know it was. There’s no doubt whatsoever. I recognized him, Bailey. He was a lot younger on the tape, but I knew him. I mean…now I know, I really knew him.”
    “Okay, slow down and back up a few steps. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    I explained that I had gone downtown that morning to visit the station and retrieve some old video clips to attach to my CNN resume. “And there he was!” I continued. “It was the weirdest coincidence that Gerry clicked on that file.”
    “Why did you interview him?” Bailey sounded genuinely interested.
    “I was doing a piece about how hard it was for students to get accepted into graduate programs like dentistry and medicine at UW. It was one of the first pieces I did after I started working here. I interviewed a couple of other students, too, but he was the one who had the most intelligent things to say.”
    Bailey was quiet for a few seconds. “So what are you going to do?”
    I arrived at my silver Elantra, pressed the keyless remote, unlocked the door, and got in. “Track him down, of course. He was in the dentistry program. He must be out working by now. I want to get home so I can watch this video again and then google him.”
    I turned the key in the ignition, set up my phone on Bluetooth to continue the conversation, and checked my rearview mirror before pulling out.
    “This is crazy,” Bailey said, still on the line. “Are you sure it was him?”
    “One hundred percent.”
    There was another pause on the line while I backed out of my parking space. When I shifted into first gear and started driving toward the lights, I glanced down at my dashboard display. “Are you still there?”
    “Yes,” she replied, hesitantly.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You think I’m crazy, don’t you.”
    “Of course not.”
    “Yes, you do. You think, while I was unconscious, I had a desperate-spinster dream about some good-looking guy I met once, years ago. You think I was storing him up in my memory banks, and it was all a big fat fantasy.”
    Bailey went quiet again. “Maybe. Seriously, Katelyn, what else could it be? You never married this guy or had a son with him. I’m not sure what you’re hoping to find if you go searching for him.”
    “I don’t know either,” I replied, feeling suddenly uneasy. “And I’m not convinced it wasn’t the future I saw. I’m not even sure he’ll remember me. Please don’t think I’m nuts.”
    “I don’t think that.”
    I came to a stop sign and paused momentarily, then hit the gas—and drove straight into the path of an oncoming car. My stomach exploded with panic as I slammed on the breaks. My tires screeched to a halt as the other driver swerved wildly into the center of the intersection, barely missing my front bumper. He honked his horn noisily and shook his fist at me.
    “Geez,” I said to Bailey as I put my hands on my head and squeezed big clumps of my hair. “I nearly hit someone.”
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine,” I replied, checking left and right