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weekend… Or was it next weekend? She’d have to check. The fridge would need filling up before then. With a sigh, she checked the front page of the paper.
    Oh hell.
    ‘Hardcore eighty year old beats burglar with a golf club,’ read the front page. Tam cursed long and hard. It had only happened a few days ago and the police weren’t releasing it to the press yet. She had been waiting for it like a dog with a bone since she’d come across the lady and her out-of-this-world pummelling skills, and now someone else had scooped it up before she’d even had the chance? Goddamn.
    Tam frowned and sipped her coffee, flicking through the rest of the paper; nothing of any interest. The only good story in Folkestone for weeks and she’d missed out on it!
    With a sigh, she told herself to call an end to the pity party. She would need to start getting ready for work soon but, for the moment, she was just enjoying sitting in her kitchen, doing nothing of any great importance. Drinking coffee, with long-life milk because the fresh milk was stale. She considered reading a book; there was a new one she’d been meaning to sink her teeth into for ages, but hadn’t had the time. Maybe now was a good time to start. Yet as she ran a hand through her wet hair, she realised she’d need to blow-dry it and get her crap together for work before she could truly relax into a good book, otherwise she’d lose track of time and have to rush.
    Tamriel gave the novel in question, currently sitting looking lonely on her coffee table, a long, wistful glance, and strode over to the recycling box to shove the paper into it. As she bent down, something in her mailbox caught her eye. Another newspaper. With a grunt of confusion, she lifted the lid on the thing and tugged it out, along with several others. Why did she have so many newspapers in her box? She was only supposed to get one a day for Christ’s sake!
    Glancing at the date on the first one she frowned, October 6 th . The next, October 7 th . What on earth? Frantically grabbing the paper she had been reading out of the recycling box, she read the date. October 10 th ? What now? Last time she’d checked, it had only been the 5 th !
    How in the hell did she lose five days? No wonder she’d lost the story; that was a full working week she’d just… Forgotten? What on god’s earth was happening?
    Memories of a medical clinic flooded back to her, broken memories. A man with a deep voice.
    As a headache came on hard and fast, she pushed the memories away, taking a deep breath.
    Crap. She’d missed an entire week of work! Grabbing at her coat, she searched frantically for her mobile. Where was the damn thing?
    The zombie smashed it
, her inner voice said. No, she thought, that was crazy. Zombies?
    That kind of thing was all fiction, wasn’t it? She must be going mad.
    Giving up on the mobile search, she grabbed her house phone and dialled work, gritting her teeth as the hold music kicked in.
    ‘Hello,
Kent News
. Jennifer speaking.’
    ‘Hey, it’s Tam. Is—’
    ‘Tammy! Oh my god! Are you OK? Are you feeling better now?’
    ‘What? Yeah, I’m good. What do you mean, better?’
    ‘Tam, you phoned in last week and said you were feeling really rough and wouldn’t be in for a few days. We’ve all been worried about you!’
    ‘Oh, I did? I must have forgotten. Yeah, I’m much better, thanks. I’ll be in later on today. Thanks, Jen. Bye!’
    What the hell? Maybe she’d been so sick she’d just forgotten the last few days? Can that even happen? It would explain why she ached so much though.
    Storming into the bedroom she had another quick search for her phone but to no avail, and decided to start getting dressed. Surely putting some make-up on and some nice clothes would make her feel better. Grabbing her make-up bag, she sat at her dressing table and… Holy crap, what had happened to her hair?
    The formerly black, silky strands were now streaked with red, highlighted with the stuff.