Alex

The drive getting to you, Erica.

I don't know who else is Jane, but I hope you get there safe.

I sat for about ten minutes waiting for Jane number two to respond.

They were sticking to the story.

Resolved to the fact that I wasn't going to get to the bottom of this elaborate prank at the moment, I set back on my quest.

I put back on my podcast, finished my water before I cracked open the red bowl and had a few small handfuls of cashews, as I didn't want to feel too full from a meal while driving.

The time it took to drive through Indiana passed at a good pace, and by the time I crossed the Illinois state line, any fear I had about the first two stops of the day had dissipated.

I'd bet money that it was my brother who planned this.

I'd have to ask him where he locked out meeting a pair of twins, and which one he was sleeping with.

I laughed at myself as I pulled into the Illinois Welcome Center.

I got out and stretched my legs, my body, my everything.

I was starting to feel a little stiff, once again reminding myself to create new, happy memories.

I did my due diligence and snapped a selfie with the Welcome to Illinois sign.

I found my way inside the building and looked around for a few scrapbookable items.

I quickly located the customer service counter and almost jumped when I saw the guy standing behind it.

She was an older woman, had to be in her late 50s or early 60s.

She had white curly, bouncy hair, a red vest over a white long-sleeved waffle shirt.

Finishing off the ensemble was a pearly white smile that I swear could have blinded me.

There was no way this was part of the prank.

She said in agreement, not a flunch.