"Good morning Philadelphia. It's another beautiful July morning here. The suns shining and the humidity is low. Here's Janet now with today's weather and traffic report".

Deep brown eyes slowly opened and squinted at the flashing green numbers on the alarm clock. 7:30 A.M.. The eyes slid closed for a few brief seconds while the radio on the clock droned on about the heavy traffic in downtown Philly. Wait Philly?! Paige abruptly sat up in bed, now fully awake and glancing quickly around the room she was in. She didn't recognize anything in the room. It was painted white with a dark blue trim running along the edges of the walls. A poster of Michael Phelps hung on the door next to a swim cap and goggles. A pair of combat boots and sneakers were thrown haphazardly near the closet that was tied closed with what looks like an old t-shirt. She stared down at the still talking alarm clock intently, as if willing it to tell her where she was. Her eyes drifted to a bright orange sticky note attached to the tope of the clock. She pressed the snooze button and muted the overly cheery voices of the news anchors and scanned over the not that read 'YOU ARE IN PHILADELPHIA PENNSYLVANIA'.

Paige scratched the back of her neck and felt her fingers glide across the cool metal of a chain that hung around her neck. Perplexed as to what it could be ,Paige reached under her shirt and pulled out a pair of dog tags that hung from the chain. She flipped them over and scanned the words that had been imprinted on the smooth metal.

Name- Paige S. McCullers

United States Marine Corps

Blood Type- O Negative

Service Number- 2600528

Suddenly flashes of gunfire and the bright flames caused by explosions danced behind her eyes. The screams and curses of men rang out in her ears and the acrid smell of smoke mixed with blood rose up to such a powerful, overwhelming sensation that Paige could almost taste it on her tongue. Her back and legs burned in long gone phantom pains and her whole body shuddered as she forcefully shook her head and returned to reality.

"So Janet have anything special planned for your upcoming weekend?"

Paige jumped a bit and turned towards the alarm clock that had suddenly turned back on and resumed talking. Paige sighed and turned off the alarm clock instead of hitting the snooze button again. Her gaze landed on a thick manila folder propped upright against a faded blue lamp with sharks on it. Written in large black letters, undoubtedly by a sharpie marker, were the words 'READ ME EVERY DAY'. Paige threw her feet over the edge of the bed and picked up the folder. Inside on the first page was a letter from her big sister Elliott. She scanned through the note as she got up and walked out of her room.

'Holy crap,' thought Paige as she took in the sight of the small combined living room and kitchen that was covered in multicolored sticky notes ranging from lime green to muted yellow and every conceivable color in between. She meandered over to the fridge and saw four sticky notes labeled 1, 2, 3, and 4 respectively and they read in this order:

1. GO FOR A JOG

2. SMILE AT STRANGERS

3. EAT BREAKFAST THEN GO TO WORK AT JAMIE RIVERS REPAIR SHOP BY 11:15

4. DON'T FORGET RECORDER

"Well at least I have a schedule to go by now," Paige mused as she went to go get changed into her jogging gear.

Running was something Paige always enjoyed. Sometimes she even enjoyed it more than swimming. Random people she ran past shouted good morning to her and Paige politely dipped her head and smiled back at those complete strangers who seemed to recognize her.

"Looking good McCullers," yelled a middle aged man ,with thinning blond hair ,in an orange t-shirt as they ran past each other. Paige faltered slightly in her stride and turned around to stare at the fading orange t-shirt.

'Who was that guy and why the hell does he know my name?' thought Paige still confused about how an absolute stranger knew her. She shook off the shock and breathed deep to calm her nerves and smiled broadly to the strangers who ran past her. The letter her sister had written to her explained her condition and the situation she was in clearly and told her to follow each and every sticky note in order to go about her day with some semblance of normalcy. So Paige did just that.

"A few minutes late today," called out an elderly African American gentleman who sat strumming his ancient guitar on a vacant park bench. Paige stumbled again and looked back at the old man who just tipped his worn straw hat to her and smiled back knowingly. Paige just shook her head and continued her run, eager to get home and out of the prying eyes of these strangers who seemed to know her.