The next morning they awoke late and decided to go to the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe after seeing them the previous night. Stevie wore her new boots, so the walking was slow as she adjusted to the additional six inches of height they gave her. They took the elevator to the top of the tower’s viewing levels and meandered around, taking in all the sights of Paris. Stevie announced that she felt like she was on top of the world. Lindsey chuckled, but he didn’t mention that they had been much higher when they were on the plane. He realized that her sometimes-childlike enthusiasm and her manner of stating what she felt, even if is sounded dumb were two things he loved most about her.
For lunch they decided on a small café near the tower. It had a patio, so they could people watch as they ate their ham and cheese sandwiches. As she was taking her final bite, Stevie thought she heard something she recognized on the sound system that had been pumping out some of her favourite songs. However, this one she knew in a different way.
“Rhiannon! Lindsey, listen! Someone stole Rhiannon! Someone stole my song!” She exclaimed.
Lindsey listened, indeed, the word were the same, as was the melody. The voice was so familiar. “Honey, that’s you.” He said.
“No, no it’s not. It can’t be. I haven’t even finished writing it yet. There’s no way we could have recorded it if it’s not done yet. It doesn’t work that way. Maybe I took someone else’s song?! What if mine’s not original?” She wailed.
Lindsey shook his head. “Stevie, remember, we were in another band, but we can’t remember it. I think that you must have finished it sometime in the future but the past.”
“But…” she started, realising Lindsey was right, even if she didn’t full understand. There was twenty-four years they had no clue about; it was easier to forget that they didn’t know. “You’re right.” She sighed.
“At least you know that it turned out good enough that they still play it.” Lindsey pointed out. He was pleased that they were playing it; he knew that he probably was the one to produce it.
“Yeah, that’s true!” She laughed, “Another number one hit for Buckingham-Nicks!”
After lunch, they toured the arc and meandered up beyond the city to the artist’s hill. They walked around the grassy area, seeing what each vendor was marketing. They found a half-decent portrait artist and posed on the grass while he painted them. Now they at least had proof they went back in time.
The end of the day rolled around again as they walked to the hotel from the metro station. Stevie’s feet were killing her, the price she paid for wearing platforms all day. The issue was remedied however by a foot massage from her favourite masseur – Lindsey as they made plans for the next day.
The brochure for Disneyland Paris was on the table and they decided that was the best idea, but they’d have to get up earlier than they had that morning.
Not wanting to deal with the French speaking night hotel staff, they set the clock in the kitchen for six am.
Lindsey punched in 6:00:00. “How weird, this alarm clock lets you programme seconds.” He remarked.
“Maybe they really like to be on time?” Stevie suggested, pulling the covers around her.
“I guess so.” Lindsey shook his curls and pressed “start”, turning to join Stevie.
Two and a half hours later they were abruptly awoken by a loud banging noise.
“What was that? Lindsey? It sounded like an explosion.” Stevie said, sitting straight up.
“I don’t know. Stay here.” Lindsey said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll check it out. It sounded like it came from the kitchen.”
“Be careful.” Stevie cautioned as he ventured to the next room.
“What the -!” Lindsey cursed. “The alarm clock blew out.”
“What?” She asked.
“I don’t know, it’s smoking though.”
“Is it on fire? What can I do?”
“No, it’s not on fire. I guess call the front desk and have them bring a new alarm up.”
“Ok.” She reached for the phone. “Hello, uh, parlez-vous anglais? OK, um, our alarm clock blew up. No, it exploded somehow. No, I don’t know why. Could we get another one sent up? OK. OK. Room 264, OK, thank you. Merci.”
“What did they say?”
“They said they’ll send someone right up.” She replied, putting on her robe. Lindsey grabbed his t-shirt to put on over his pj pants.
Twenty minutes later, the hotel attendant had left.
“How the hell was I supposed to know it was for cooking stuff? I’ve never seen a microwave oven like that, its too small. And what’s wrong with a real oven?” Lindsey grumbled, falling back into bed.
“You didn’t know, it was an honest mistake.”
“Tell that to the guy who came up and had to set the real alarm for us!”
“C’mon Linds, like you told me this afternoon, we missed twenty-four years, stuff changes.”
“I hate this. We’ll never get back to our right selves!”
“Yes we will. Think positive! We only have five more days.” Stevie reminded him.
“Five more full days?! That’s forever. This whole thing is stupid. It’s all probably just an illusion anyway. Someone probably slipped something weird in our water on the plane.”
“It is not either an illusion, we’d know it if it were. We have to keep trying. I am not reliving twenty-four bad years only to lose you. I can’t lose you.”
“You’re right.” He sighed. “We will make it, I can’t lose you either.”
“Good. Now let’s go back to bed, baby. I still want to see Disneyland in the morning!” She said, turning on her side, shutting her eyes.
He smiled, closing his eyes also. Yes, they would go to Disneyland, and no, he would never lose her.
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