Alex

A decent amount of time had passed since I left for my trip, and even though it was a Sunday, I was a little surprised to see it was so empty as the first one was.

I pulled up to the pump closest to the door.

I was anxious to get to the restroom.

I really had to go.

Plus, I didn't want to stop again until I got out of Indiana and into Illinois.

Even though this is more of a pleasure trip, I still wanted to keep good timing.

First thing I noticed when I got in the bathroom was that it was occupying.

There were no stalls in the small gas station bathroom.

It was just a room with a toilet and a sink.

I was very startled.

It appeared almost exactly the same as the gas station I stopped at back in Ohio.

I slowly began apologizing to the girl at the sink and began to excuse myself.

She had plain brown hair, very basic looking clothing, and no readily identifiable facial features.

It was uncanny.

She was practically identical to Jane before I could get all the way out of the bathroom.

She turned and spoke to me.

Wait, she said, please don't leave.

Why not?

I asked.

I was positive.