The Strange Escape of Cathy Paul

Cathy Paul was on her way to a job interview when the heel of her shoe broke, tossing her to the ground. The way she felt, she would to lie there until the garbage truck collected her, but passers-byes pulled her to her feet.

Her life was a mess and this was just another nasty twist .

She tried to keep it together as she hobbled back to her apartment. Entering the elevator she began crying in frustration which continued into the flat.

She flopped onto a chair, lit a cigarette to calm her nerves, happy her miserable husband wasn't home. He didn't allow her to smoke .. he didn't allow her to breathe, to be honest.

She only took four puffs, then went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, found another pair of shoes, and back out, knowing she was going to be extremely late.

Her plan had been to go to the interview, hopefully get the job, then hurry over to where she was currently employed which was only a block away. Getting a new job would help her get out of this flat, and away from the brutal Dennis, whom she ought never have married.

Her plan...

Having missed her train, Cathy had to wait. She glanced at her watch. It was now 8:33 AM. Nice. It would take 20 minutes to reach if/when the train came.

It arrived at 8:45 AM. She boarded, it pulled out of the station.

The train left the last stop before the World Trade Center, where her interview would take place, when it came to a dead stop.

Panic began.

So sunk into her own misery, Cathy was the last person to realise that something had happened; she was not going to the World Trade Center today, or any other day.

They were disboarded in the tunnel, walking along. She didn't pay much attention to what was going on. She was with the throng pouring out of the station when she saw the smoke, heard the sounds, stood stupidly until she was pushed along with the crowd.

Her cell phone rang, she took it from her purse, it was knocked out of her hand. She couldn't stop to pick it up, having to move with the crowd or be trampled.

The next hours were blank as there was too much happening. Somehow she found herself with a group which was making its way to New Jersey.

She didn't live in New Jersey, knew no one in New Jersey, but it seemed a good place to go.

An older woman who didn't want to be alone, begged her to spend the night.

It was only sitting in Minerva's house, on her third or fourth cup of tea, watching the apocalypse on television, that Cathy realised she was, at the moment, presumed dead.

Her office was rubble. Everyone she knew there was dead. It was too enormous to consider.

How long she could stay with her new best friend would not be measured. She was in New Jersey. She could get a job, get a room, and start over.

Sure, it would be hard on those who mourned her.

She imagined her parents, who had disowned her when she married, doing the big hysteria thing. Dennis, no doubt would be acting as if he'd been the perfect husband.

As she went to 'her room' she peered from the window, seeing what wasn't there any more.

If she hadn't broken her heel she would have been on the 8:10 train. She would have been in the World Trade center when the first plane hit. She would have been on a floor high enough to have either died immediately or in a few moments.

Or jumped to her death.

She was, by all measure, dead.

It began to hit her. She suddenly realised what had happened and became hysterical. Minerva joined her, then realising Cathy couldn't stop, gave her something to help her sleep.

When she woke she felt sick, Minerva focused on her, wanting not to think what had happened.

When questioned, Cathy began to lie.

She claimed her name was Shelly Adams, (who had been her best friend in High School, and died in a car accident over a decade ago). The ease at which she lied amazed her.

Cathy didn't want to leave the room, just stay in bed, feeling safe. She remained upstairs in her room while Min's friends came and went downstairs taking a full day of retrospection.

A full day to go over her life, person by person, mistake by mistake , and came to decisions.

Eventually, Minerva called her for a meal. She came down. They sat and ate,cried, and spoke.

Everything Cathy said to Minerva was a complete or partial lie, but worked. It worked because much of what she said was part of Shelly's life, not Cathy's.

After talking, they prayed. Never before had Cathy felt closer to another person than she did to Min.

Cathy (Shelly) and Min discussed the impossibility of going to Manhattan right now.

Cathy was aware Min needed her as much as she needed Min so muttered that she knew she couldn't impose on Min's charity any more. Not unexpected, Min virtually demanded Cathy stay with her.

At least for a few more weeks, Cathy had a sanctuary.

She knew she needed a social security card and documents in Shelly's name.to persist in her new life. It wasn't just a name change, whatever Min saw in her, she wanted it to keep it.

Being here, being with Min was the first in her adult life she didn't feel abused, pressured, or anything but herself.

Being here, she was amazed at the kind of abuse she had lived through. Bit of her husbands evil abuse stabbed her thoughts. She was free now, she was safe now, to gain a new identity was no great feat.

She would 'bury' Cathy Paul, reanimate Shelly and take this opportunity to live.