It was a stormy night, and you stood at the window, watching the puddles on the sidewalk get larger and larger.

"He's not coming, you know."

You looked up at your friend, a sigh escaping your lips. "He's just late, that's all."

"And that's it, He's always late." She shook her head. "Why did you even give him another chance?"

"Eric deserved it." You mumbled. "He's a good guy, really."

"I'll believe it when I see it." She shrugged. "Anyways, I worked all day on this cake. We've waited long enough for him, don't you think?"

She picked up the cake from the counter, and set it on the table, before pulling a lighter from her pocket.

You sighed a little. "I mean, I guess."

She smiled a little. "Alright." She Said as she lit the first candle. "Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Y/N...happy birthday to you.."

She finished lighting the candles, and you walked over, just staring at the cake for a moment.

"Make a wish!" She clapped her hands excitedly.

A wish? Ha. Typically you only pretended that you had made a wish, but this time, something was really on your mind.

You wished you could go back in time to before you met your boyfriend, Eric, and meet someone else. He didn't care about you, he never had. But of course, wishes don't come true, so perhaps it was stupid.

"Hurry, the candles are melting!"

You snapped back into reality. "Oh, yeah." You quickly blew out the candles, and your friend smiled.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" She Said. "I hope, whatever you wished for, that you'll get it."

You nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks."

Suddenly, there was a loud crack of thunder, and all you could see was a bright flash of light.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You heard your friend call repeatedly.

Everything went dark, and the sounds around you were beginning to die down. What happened? Were you dying?

"Hey! Wake up!" You heard.

But it wasn't your friend's voice.

"Please, wake up."

Your eyes fluttered open a little, and you caught a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes.

"Hey, that's it...open your eyes.."

"My head.." you groaned.

"Yeah...you hit it.." the male voice mumbled.

You opened your eyes, looking into the blue eyes. They were kind eyes, and currently full of concern. The man had fair skin, with reddish-brown hair and sideburns.

"Can you sit up?" He asked softly.

"I think so.." you mumbled.

He reached his hand out, and you took it. He helped you sit, and you looked around.

You were on a random street, in what appeared to be Downtown Chicago.

"I'm in Chicago.." you mumbled.

"Yeah.." he nodded. "Are you okay? How hard did you hit your head?"

"I don't know.." you reached your hand up to your head to feel a large bump. "Ow!"

His eyes widened. "What's wrong? What hurts?"

"Just my head.." you bit your lip. "What happened?"

"You were walking down those stairs," he pointed over to some concrete steps in front of the entrance of the building you were laying near.. "And I was walking by...you tripped and fell really hard. Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No...I'm okay.." you mumbled. "Listen.." you dropped off, hoping he'd give you his name.

"Patrick." He said.

You nodded. "Listen, Patrick.." You Said. "I don't remember how I got here...or falling, or anything...the last thing I remember is being at home, which is nowhere close to Chicago.."

"Oh.." he nodded. "Are you sure I shouldn't take you to the doctor?"

"I'm really fine," You Said. "I just...might need some help getting around the city.."

He smiled a little. "I think I can help." He said. "Here, let me help you stand, first."

He took your hand in his again, and stood, pulling you off of the concrete with him.

You got a little lightheaded, and, thankfully, before you could fall again, Patrick caught you.

"This really can't be good.." he said. "Here, I'll call the doctor.."

He pulled a flip phone out of his pocket, and you tilted your head a little.

"You still have a flip phone?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah.."

You chuckled a little. "But those are from the early 2000s."

He looked even more confused. "It...is the early 2000s.."

It was your turn to be confused. "What?"

"It's 2007.." he said. "You definitely need a Doctor.."

"2007? What?" You Asked. "No...it's 2016."

"Here, look." He said, holding up his phone.

You leaned in, and right there on the screen, it read 'May 14th, 2007.'

"You have to be kidding me.." you mumbled.

"No." He shrugged. "You must've really hit your head.."

"No! I-I was in my apartment, it was my birthday..." you muttered. "In 2016!"

"2016 is nine years from now.." he said, beginning to dial a number on his phone.

"But no!" You protested, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone.

This guy was crazy. It was 2016, it had to be.

You pressed the on button for your phone, but it wouldn't come on.

"Ugh! Why isn't it working?" You mumbled to yourself, before looking up at Patrick, who was now talking on the phone.

"Yeah...I'll bring her in." He said, nodding. "Okay, Bye."

He hung up, before putting his phone back in the pocket of his black jean jacket.

"Alright, you're coming with me."

"What?" You backed up a little.

"To the doctor." He chuckled a little. "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll help you get your memory back."

"How will we get there?" You asked, putting your now defective phone back into your pocket.

He pointed over to a large parking garage. "I parked my car up there." He said, before giving you a small smile. "If you stay here, I'll just drive it down so you don't have to walk."

"Okay.." you mumbled, nodding a little.

He nodded, before helping you onto the ground.

"Just sit here, okay?" He asked. "I'll be right back, I promise."

He gently patted you on the head, before turning and jogging away towards the parking garage.

You furrowed your eyebrows a little, and rubbed the top of your head a bit. At least this guy was friendly, but you didn't know if you quite trusted him yet, considering you just met him, and he's obviously crazy for thinking it's still 2007.

You sighed, pulling your phone out of your pocket, and trying to turn it on again. Again, the screen didn't come on.

That's Weird. Last time you turned it on, it was charged to 98%. It couldn't have died already, unless you just don't remember using all of the battery. How much did you forget when you hit your head?

You sighed again. You should call your friend at the hospital. Odds are, she was wondering where you were.

A black suv stopped at the side of the road, and you looked up as Patrick got out.

"Alright," he said, walking over. "Here, let me help you up."

He held out his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you to your feet. You got a little dizzy, and leaned your weight on him so you so you wouldn't fall.

"Sorry.." you smiled sheepishly.

He smiled back sweetly. "It's okay." He propped you up on his shoulder as you both began to walk over to his vehicle.

He opened up the passenger door, and helped you into the seat. He reached for the seatbelt to buckle You In, but you stopped him, laughing a little.

"It's okay, I can manage."

He blushed a little, chuckling. "Right."

He shut the door, Before jogging over to the driver's side. He opened the door and got in, buckling his seatbelt.

He started the car and pulled away from the side of the road, beginning to drive down the street.

You began picking at your nails, trying to figure out how to bring up conversation. Except, all you could think about was how he thought that it was still the early 2000's. He even has his phone set to 2007? Not to mention his outfits. Did he just really miss that era?

"Patrick?" You Asked uneasily.

"Yeah?" He looked over at you with large blue eyes.

You averted your eyes from him, looking down at your feet.

"Why did you set your phone to 2007?"

He looked a little sad, like he was sympathetic to you.

"Because It is 2007."

You furrowed your eyebrows. Clearly this guy was confused.

You shook your head a little, looking down at your feet as you mentally decided that you wouldn't bring up the year thing again. Surely you'd have a chance to prove it to him later.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?" He mumbled the question, and you looked up at him to nod.

He reached over and pressed the button on the stereo, before music began quietly playing through the car.