"Uh, Jim?" Sarah asked cautiously. She started to look at him with more concern. She moved to put her arms around him, but he backed away so suddenly that she appeared to change her mind. His mouth fluttered open and shut several times, but no sound came out; his vocal cords were temporarily out of order.
"Uh, Jim, you do RECOGNIZE me, don't you?"
Jim shook his head, his mouth still open. He was starting to panic, despite his increasing awareness of just how sexy this person in bed with him really was. He tried pinching himself again on the arm, harder this time, and still nothing changed. Something was wrong here.
"Jim, are you all right??"
"You can't be my girlfriend!!!" Jim protested feebly, finally getting the old windpipes to work again. "I-- I've got a girlfriend named Sharon!!! And she definitely, DEFINITELY" he said emphatically, "does NOT look like you." He gestured wildly at her body.
Sarah just rolled her eyes. "Noooo, sweetie, you were with Sharon several years ago. In high school."
"Ha ha, nooooo, I AM in high school."
"No, dear, you're not. High school was a loooooong time ago," she said in a patronizingly cutesy voice, as if talking to a child. Then when Jim didn't respond, her seriousness returned and she put an arm around his shoulder. "Are you okay, Jim?"
"Wh- what year is it? Who's the president?"
She arched her eyebrows at him incredulously. "You mean the president of the United States? George W Bush."
Jim breathed a huge sigh of relief. "All right, so at least this isn't some kind of weird time travel thing -- ahhhh, waaaaaaitaminute, wait. What did you say? "W"?
A lengthy pause ensued.
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