FFF07
DINER RECEIPT
RECEIPT NUMBER: FFF07
RECEIPT DATE: 12 19 1988
MANAGER TITLE: #64
RECEIPT NOTES:
#64, huh? I don’t hate it. It’s not quite what I remembered, but then again, very little has been as I remembered. It’s a strange feeling, you know—clinging to my precious “notes,” my mental “archive” of what happened, without stopping to consider what should happen if things go differently this time. And things have been happening differently. I need to start acting like it. I need to make the right moves to support #8’s Cafe and Diner.
When everything restarted, I thought I’d be #8. I’m still not sure how I feel about not being in that role. Part of me wonders if I miss it. I’m sure if I asked, #8 would pass it on to me. But at the same time, I’m not sure I deserve it. I’ve been so focused on the smallest details—obsessing over the past—that I’ve been missing the big picture. Even now, I’m stuck in the assumption that it’ll all eventually fall to me if Fate takes its course again.
But in the grand scheme of things, I’m just… me.
The Cafe and Diner will stay open. Or, well—it will open. I keep forgetting we haven’t even cut the ribbon yet. And, really, it’s out of my hands, isn’t it? The Owner of the Cafe and Diner is #8. Always was. Always will be. And right now, that’s not me.
So if #8 wants to keep the Cafe and Diner open despite the risks, who am I to argue? It’s clear I’ve been stuck in the past, tangled in what was. It’s time to let go. …It’s time to start looking ahead.
Yours exponentially,
The Power of Two