Finally, the workday ended, and Bitsy found herself standing outside of the Sitemapson Lincorporated building without even a memory of closing down her workstation or tidying her cubical or taking the lift or walking out through the lobby.
Oh no, she thought. What if I didn't shut it down? Or didn't tidy the cube? Or ... but then she realized she'd obviously taken the lift and clearly walked out through the lobby, so probably she'd done the rest of her end-of-day routine too.
I am out front, aren't I? A look back up and over her shoulder reassured her that she was, except ... Do I know what the back door looks like? I always come out the front! What if the back is exactly the same?
But no, half a block down the street she saw the tube station, with the MacDiodel's right across from it. The world outside the back door can't just 100% mirror the one out front, can it? Then she realized that if it did, she could just take the mirror tube train to the mirror restaurant and have dinner with the mirror Cord, and if she glitched the whole thing up, it would be mirror Bitsy who had to deal with it after that.
Oh, Loj. Her feet still didn't seem to be moving. She looked down at them, then looked up, then had it dawn on her that people were having to shift their paths to step around her while she stood like a frozen vid-call image after a signal dropout. With a deep breath, she shook herself and turned toward the tube station.
Hopefully, along the walk there, she'd remember where she told Cord she'd meet him for dinner.
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