happy that he had fed Cindy. He would check on him tomorrow. He thought he might also try and find his ‘Joe Your Friendly Neighbourhood Butcher’ calendar while he was there.
‘Hello Michael, I’m Hilda. I’m here to take you home.’
‘Oh, that’s nice. Nice to meet you Hilda.’
‘Are you sure you’re all right now, Michael?’
‘Fine. Why?’
‘Well, you had us all a bit worried. You got yourself trapped in a carbon dioxide exhaust duct this morning. You passed out, but luckily your workmates got you out before any serious harm it seems.’
‘That probably explains why things are a bit of a blur,’ Milo said, and immediately realised he shouldn’t have any memory of Milo. Something had gone wrong.
‘Well, let’s get you home. I’m sure Claire will be worried sick,’ Hilda said.
‘She knows then?’
‘Oh don’t worry, Michael, I rang her myself this morning just after you were admitted. I’ve kept her updated all day. I rang her a few minutes ago and told her we would be on our way soon.’
‘That’s very thoughtful of you. She does worry I know. Is she okay?’
‘She’s fine Michael. Just anxious to have her husband home.’
‘Yes, I’m sure,’ Milo said, and wondered what he should do.
‘Are you ready then?’ Hilda asked.
‘Ah, yeah. Sure.’
‘Err, Michael?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’m Milo, and I don’t think we should be together in here.’
‘Well, nice to meet you, Milo. I think you’re right. What happened?’
‘Long story Michael. I’ll tell you later.’
‘Okay.’
‘By the way. Do you like Wednesdays, Michael?’
‘No, the worst day of the week for me usually, why?’
‘Well, at least we have one thing in common.’
Hilda’s car was still parked in the same place as she had parked it when they arrived. He wondered why she had decided to introduce herself as Hilda this time around instead of Miss Harpinger. Maybe she felt she knew him better after a few hours. He recognised the route she took and was not that surprised when they finally arrived at the intersection with Brown Street. Instead of turning into Brown Street however, she drove straight on, before turning right into Regal Street. He could see the light on in his apartment.
Hilda pulled up in front of his apartment. She handed him her business card. ‘If you need anything, just call. Right, Michael?’
‘Right, okay, will do. But hopefully I’ll be fine. The nurse made an appointment for me for next week for a follow-up check,’ he said, as he opened the car door.
‘Good then, well, have a nice evening then.’
‘Thank you for the lift.’
‘Milo.’
‘Yes, Michael.’
‘So, you’re still here.’
‘Seems so.’
‘Do you have any idea why we are sharing my body?’
‘Not really. It’s been a very weird day for me so far. It started with a semi-transparent man interrupting my breakfast. Then it just got weirder from then on. What about you? How’s your day been?’
‘I have no idea, Milo. Last thing I remember was having breakfast with Claire yesterday morning, going to work, and then a blank until about thirty minutes ago.’
‘Who’s Claire?’
‘Our wife.’
‘Right, Michael, this could get a bit tricky.’
They walked up the stairs and Michael suddenly remembered the house key was in his trouser pocket. Claire gave him a big hug when he entered the apartment, and hugged him tightly.
‘Oh my darling, I was so worried about you.’
‘Well it really wasn’t a great way to celebrate my birthday.’
‘Oh, you silly Billy, your birthday isn’t for another six months.’
‘Oh yeah.’
‘Don’t worry darling. Hilda told me you might be a little disoriented after your treatment. You’ll be fine by morning I’m sure. Are you hungry?’
‘No, not really. I seem to remember eating a pizza at some stage earlier this evening.’
‘I’ll get you a nice warm mug of milk, my darling. Go and sit down and I’ll get it for you.’
Milo sat on the sofa. It