After seeing the changed IDs, Jim wondered how far this new reality paralleled the one he remembered. She decided to call the pizza place where she remembered being a driver.
"Capicci's a-Pizza. How may I a-take a-your order?" The owner's Italian accent was unmistakable.
"Um, yeah, Tony? This is Jim..."
"Jim, yes! Your not a-callin' in sick are you?" his voice took on an edge of panic just then. "We already got a-the three orders, and a-two more are on the other lines. You a-know how it is on a-you work days."
Jim checked the clock to see that it was only ten in the morning. "No, I was just checking to see what time you needed me, that's all."
"Oh, good! Well, I told a-the rest of your a-crew to be here by five, but a-you can show up at a-the first delivery at a-the 5:30 if you a-need to."
"No, that's okay. I'll be there at five."
"Good! a-Good! Okay, the orders are a-piling up now. But I think a-they would a-hold on all day if a-they had too! Good-bye!"
Jim hung up the phone and returned to the bedroom. "Apparently I still work at the same pizza place, but things are a bit different..."
"When do you have to be there?" Sharon inquired.
"Five."
"Well, what are you going to do with the next seven hours?"
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