"I'm sorry," I said again, and for a moment I forgot that I was Gifford R. Friedman, Vice President of Advertising, husband of Elizabeth, father of Rita. The memories were fading.

    Backing off from Doris, I stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed the door shut and leaned against it.

    Doris began to knock. "Kevin! Kevin! What are you up to now?"

    So, that's how it was. Gifford R. Friedman had vanished, possibly forever. Now I was somebody named Kevin.

    Slowly, I turned to the mirror. Next