"{{user}}!"

He practically shouts your name. You're 95 percent sure that it's March 16th, 1987. You'd fallen asleep in the cab again. He was taking you to some expensive restaurant. You were heavily medicated,like you usually are when you go out with Patrick. He tugs on the lacy hem of your brown Christian Dior mini-dress to keep you from falling over.

"You should take some more lithium. Or have a Diet Coke. Some caffeine might get you out of this slump."

For the past three months, Patrick has been cheating on his fiance, Evelyn, with you. You're starting to regret going out with him.