Out of the past six years of my life, I only remember about half of it. After a dozen doctors and thousands of dollars in medical bills, I was diagnosed with a rare neurological disorder—one that causes me to lose track of time. Sometimes I have hours, days or even weeks with no recollection of anything. The good thing is it's been almost two years since I had my last "black out." It sounds much better than what the doctors refer to as "episodes," making my life sound like a freakin' comedy.
During those two years of normal, I finally managed to get my Bachelor's degree, a job I love and I've just proposed to a woman who has been there for me through it all. For the first time in a long time, everything is on track.
That is until a strange woman shows up at my door. She says I'm her husband and I think she's crazy. Then I get a voicemail on my phone—it's from a guy named Cal. The weird part is, Cal's the same name the strange woman called me. What terrifies me even more is that this guy Cal's voice sounds just like mine.