Uncovering the Past of William Powell

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Everything else seemed fine She finished her coffee, showered and headed out to work in a parking lot herer car wasn't there Someone else was in her space She clicked the car alarm and heard it beep from the other side of the lot She never parked on that side of the building So either someone moved the car Or che stop yourself from thinking about it At work, she saw a couple of new vaces. new hires, she figured. One of them said, goodood morning, Lorna He knew her. She didn't recognize him, but she said said good morning anyway She got to her office and froze Her nameplate was gone. A different name was on her door. Someone else had moved in. she could see their things for the window Now the panic came fast Her first thought was that she was fired But she worked for this company for twenty years. They wouldn't do that to her Maybe she got off on the wrong floor She went back to the lobby She was on the right floor The directory listed her name but in a different department, in a different part of the building. She walked to her new office and her name was on the door. Her pictures were on the desk Her sister or her parents, herer favorite coffee mug was there Her diploma is on the wall But she didn't recognize the room A man walked in like everything was fine He asked about the Hernandez proposal Apparently that was a project she'd been working on for months. And this man was her boss Larinna started to feel sick She said she needed air Her boss looked concerned and told her to feel better She sat in her car trying to calm down Nothing made sense She needed an anchor someone who knew her that could help her figure this out Augustine herer boyfriend But she'd been with him for months. He helped her get over a bad breakup with her ex Mel Augustine would know what to do she grabbed her phone and scrolled to his name It wasn't there She knew his number She dialed and a man answered But it wasn't Augustine He never heard of Augustine, and he said he'd had that number for years She looked al line Augustine's social media was gone It was never there Augustine didn't exist Loreinna was sure she was going crazy. So she drove to the hospital and ask a psychiatrist to prove it. This episode is sponsored by Betterheel Smer's funny As kids, it felt endless Now it somehow turns into trying to cram twelve months of obligations into three. trips, family visits, projects Barbecues, schedules completely upside down. 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You don't have to say yes to everything this summer find support in therapy Sign up and get ten percent off at betterterhelp dot com slash Y files. That's betterhlp d. com slash Y files The doctor was patient, but she knew he didn't believe her She told him about the sheets, the office, her boyfriend She thought she was having a nervous breakdown or a stroke But the hospital ran a brain scan, toxicology panel, and a full neurological workup. Nothing was off. Her brain was healthy And her blood work was clean The psychiatrist said it was probably just stress. He recommended she take some time off from work On her way home, she tried Augustine again. the same strange man answered. He was less patient this time. Maybe she got one of Augustine's numbers wrong But she didn't think so She knew everything about him Where he lived, where he worked, She knew his son. She was just at his apartment a few nights ago for dinner She wouldn't have had the strength to leave Miguel without Augustine Miguel was possessive, had a temper, and could even be violent when he was drinking. She was terrified of breaking up with him that he might come after her But Augustine made her feel safe. Not just physically, he gave her the confidence to take her life back She called her sister. her sister never heard of Augustine either, though she met him dozens of times Lereinna knew she sounded crazy She sat in her car outside her building She pulled out her wallet and checked her ID. her license, her insurance, her registration All of that was right All of it was her. Whatever is happening It wasn't happening to her, it was happening to everything around her. She made one last call. this time to a private investigator She told him everything she knew about Augustine The detective said he'd give her an update in a few days Linna was still in a daze when she got to her door. She went to put her key in the lock And the door pushed open The TV was on and something was cooking. She walked down the hall not sure what to expect Then she smelled cologne. A familiar smell When she got to her living room Miguel was sitting on the couch smiling. He looked up and said Hey dab. Cvincing Miguel everything was okay wasn't easy. The hospital paperwork did it She didn't tell him she wasn't his girlfriend. She didn't tell him she remembered leaving him. She ateinner and slept next to him situated for something to tell her which of these two lives is real. then she decided to check the rest of the world. The elections happened when she remembered them Sort's results matched. news, politics, celebrity scandals All that lined up with the world she remembered The world was the same Her life was different So she started making lists of everything that was wrong. Her sister had a shoulder operation a couple months back Loreinna remembered driving her to the hospital Visiting her with Augustine, sitting with her afterward Her family had no memory of any operation Her sister's shoulder had never been touched. And then There were the photographs She found a box and went through them one at a time. She was half looking for proof and half hoping not to find any Most of the pictures she knew, birthdays, holidays, faces she could name. And then one she couldn't. She was at an outdoor music festival in August, smiling standing next to a famous blues guitarist But she remembered that weekend because it was her birthday. She was with her family in the city, not at a music festival. She found pictures from New Year's Eve. She was with friends at the beach. But Loreinna remembered that night perfectly. She was at home in Madrid. She remembered the meal. She remembered the wine. She remembered who was with her, Augustine, the man no one else could remember Not even the private investigator can find him. He ran every database in the country, no birth certificate or driver's license, no tax filings, no social media. He couldn't find a single witness who ever met the man. He told her in his entire career, he never failed to find someone. Then he handed her the file and told her gently that the man she described had never been born. The man she loved for months was now just another item on a growing list of memories that never happened Once a list past one hundred items She started reading about time slips, deja vu and double memory Then she found a post on a science site about multiple universes She finally had a name for what she was experiencing. So she left a comment with her real name and email. She said, Hello, my name is Lerna. I am forty one years old, and I think I jumped into a parallel universe If anyone has a similar experience, Please write me an email And the emails came flooding in On july sixteenth, two thousand eight, with Miguel asleep in the next room She opened her laptop and posted her story online She knew people would call her insane, but she didn't care anymore Within hours, she got hundreds of replies Most sense she was crazy or lying a few believed her Strangers from a dozen countries described their own versions A woman who came home one night to find the wallpaper in her hallway had changed A man who remembered a sister he never had. A teacher who didn't recognize people in her room wedding photo. A father who looked at his son's report card and saw a name that was almost his son's but not quite. She answered messages for two years. She kept her email active and the post visible She responded politely to people who called her insane, a witch or a liar Some people called her a grrifter, but she never gave a single interview She never wrote a book. She never made a dollar from her story. She wondered if none of this was real Maybe we're all characters inside something A game or a simulation Maybe whoever was running her simulation hit a glitch and saved her into the wrong life She said she was tired. Part of her wanted to believe she was stuck in a very long dream, and she just wanted to wake up Then she stopped writing, and Loreinna Garcia Gordo was never heard from again Lereinna's email is gone, but her post is still online. You can read it in the original Spanish. You can read almost twenty years of replies Lorna would be in our late fifties now sleeping next to a man she didn't choose, working a job she didn't want Walking past photos of vacations she didn't take Some say that's what deja vu is, A small update to your file Maybe Lorina was right Maybe she got saved into the wrong life and nobody noticed but her And if it happened to her, it could happen to anyone If your whole life rerote itself overnight, You couldn' prove it Your ID would say you belong right where you woke up Your family would say you're confused. Your friends would worry you lost your mind every record in the world would line up against you Think about the last time you talked to an old friend bad memories of you that you forgot. 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This happened in Riverside, California in two thousand six Carol pulled off the highway, turned onto her grandmother's street and stopped the car. Her grandmother's old tutor house was gone So were the giant eucalyptus trees that were in front of the house forever Aernt and uncle lived next door. And her house was gone too Instead, they were different homes, not new construction liived in for years liivved in by strangers. But Carol would soon realize the only stranger here was her In march two thousand six, Cara McKellaney left her home in San Bernardino, California with her sheepdog Sandy Sandy was competing in a dog show in Paris about an hour south About halfway through the trip, she saw a familiar exit Riverside. She grew up there. Most of her family still live there She had plenty of extra time, so she decided to stop and visit her grandparents' graves As soon as the thought entered her mind She smelled cigars. She didn't smoke Nobody ever smoked in her car Her windows were all the way up because of the rain She checked the dashboard vents She looked around and checked the rear reiew mirror Nobody for miles Sandy was curled up in the back seat asleep. Nothing in her car smelled like cigars but the smell was thick and heavy. It was definitely cigar smoke, And it was familiar she remembered that her grandfather used to smoke cigars. He died when she was five years old, His cigars were the only thing she actually remembered about him J just the smell this mount. And now all these years later That smell is back She got off the exit and headed toward her old neighborhood Slowly the cigar smell faded. When she knew that smells create powerful memories, she figured thinking about her grandfather probably brought that memory back. She drove to her old house first, the one she lived in for a few years after college. She stopped the car in front of the house, at least where the house used to be Right street, right address But her house wasn't there Not a single house on the street looked familiar So she drove to her grandmother's house next, right around the corner Once again, she was at the right address, but her grandmother's house was gone Her aunt and uncle lives right next door And their house was gone too. Right street, right numbers But again, different houses sat exactly where her family's homes had stood her entire life. Carol McKenny couldn't get lost in Riverside if she tried. Her family settled in the city in the early eighteen hundreds She visited as a baby. She spent her childhood summers there She lived there after college. This wasn't a town she just passed through. this was her family's home She can navigate these streets with her eyes closed. But as she drove that neighborhood, None of the houses were right It was as if the entire neighborhood was replaced, all of it Obviously, a few homes would change over the years, but not all of them. Besides, these homes weren't new, they were old Carol needed proof that she wasn't losing her mind. There was a place she knew well, not far from here, and it couldn't be repainted or rebuilt. It couldn't be paved over. She drove over to the cemetery Aarl knew the cemetery well She'd been there dozens of times. She knew the ornate iron fence at the main gate the long gravel driveway and the specific spot where her grandparents were buried She stopped the car at the entrance, but there wasn't an entrance to a cemetery There was no cemetery just a rusty chainlink fence around a dirt lot There was no sign, no way in or out. Just dirt, scattered trash and weeds You can rebuild an entire block, maybe even an entire neighborhood That was unlikely, but Carol knew it was possible But not a cemetery You don't make a cemetery disappear Certainly not in the few months since she was here last. That's when Carol realized Everything was too quiet. The rain was still coming down, but she couldn't hear it She couldn't hear anything outside No rain or wind, not even the sound of traffic Now that she thought about it, there was no traffic. She hadn't seen a single car since she left the highway shouldn't seen any people either Carold turned on the car radio to check the news. All she heard was static Across the dial, AMFM, no matter where she tuned She only heard static She turned off the radio when she heard Sandy whine quietly behind her Her dog usually loves sticking his nose near the window This time He was pressed hard against the floorboards, shaking She pulled away from the empty lot, desperate to find anything familiar The local middle school looked correct. Riverside City College looked correct Nothing else did And still there wasn't a single person anywhere. She turned on to Riverside's Main Street, University Avenue This is where most of Riverside's restaurants, banks and shops were The Michion in Hotel looked like a castle and took up an entire city block. The hotel was built in eighteen seventy six and was the heart of the city But University Avenue was deserted The buildings were run down and covered in graffiti And the mission in was gone. It wasn't boarded up It wasn't renovated, it didn't exist Carol suddenly had an understanding that she couldn't describe. She could only feel it. This was not riverside It was built like Riverside Named Riverside, laid out street for street like Riverside But this place, whatever this was was somewhere or something else. She kept driving, hoping to break the illusion, but It only got worse trees were the wrong size. Stores she knew since she was a kid were missing Then she noticed the light outside looked A natural It was flat and gray And she couldn't see any shadows. She kept driving slowly, but the urge to get out of there was getting stronger then up ahead She saw people A small group stood at a street corner C over to take a look She was afraid of them, but couldn't explain why There was something about them that felt unnatural. They had two arms and two legs and looked like people Their proportions were off But you couldn't tell what proportions, just like Something wasn't right Then they moved And it was like they were moving in an old film. A slow stutter, as if the whole world's frame rate was too slow These weren't exactly people. They were something wearing the shape of people And even though Carol would love to ask someone about the town She knew these were not the people to ask. She knew it deep in her soul that if she spoke to whatever it was on that corner She would not come back She was never more sure of anything in her life Then one of the things started turning its head. She didn't know if it was turning to look at her. She didn't wait to find out She double checked that the windows were all the way up and the doors were locked, thenen she got out of there as fast as she could. She didn't stop for gas, didn't stop for food, she didn't stop for red lights. She definitely didn't look in the mirror She drove as fast as she could until she saw the freeway entrance just like the town The freeway looked empty, but she had no choice She got on the freeway to head back home She just hoped that but she got to her house. The house was Act hers. finished a five K in ninety fourth place ight after a man wearing jeans They still gave me a medal I don't want a reward for doing? I want a reward for dominating Like Daily Priz Metr, I'm three hundred sixty five. I play for free and win real rewards, like up to five thousand dollars in cash weekly I like that Joker in denim B Bet three hundred sixty five. Winning is everything. Gambling problem call one hundred gambler. twenty one plus only must be phys present inew Jery and Pennsylvania Tas and CZ supppply The freeway changed everything The moment she hit the on ramp, sound returned Rin, tires, traffic, The radio caught a station in the middle of a song. In the back seat, Sandy stopped shaking, sat up and put his nose to the window like nothing happened She drove home a little too fast, but it was worth it. Everything was as she remembered it, her neighborhood, her house, her furniture, everything was normal And for a long time, she didn't tell anyone what happened. She couldn't describe it. Then she learned about the manyany Worlds theory The theory says infinite parallel universes exist right alongside ours separated only by vibrational frequencies And sometimes these universes can collide or overlap causing a rift And when people get caught in a rift They could end up in another place or another time, or another version of their own universe Carol said it still felt like she was in Riverside in the right year but on a different timeline. Carol stayed away from Riverside for a while. She tried to forget about the cigar smoke the lot and all the houses out of place Most of all, she tried to forget about the people who weren't people standing on that corner. Then her father died He was going to be buried in the Riverside Cemetery next to her grandparents in the family plot Or so she hopked Carol drove down for the funeral She was on the edge her entire trip The last time she set foot in that city was the afternoon where her reality broke She held her breath and pulled up to the spot The cemetery was there. The Iiron gate. The gravel driveway, the rows of headstones, exactly where she remembered them Her grandparents were resting where they always were. Her father went to the ground right beside them After the service, the family went to lunch. They ate at the Mission Inn The hotel that looked like a castle taking up an entire city block. just like it had since eighteen seventy six And After lunch, Carol drove past her grandmother's old street The big Tutor house was there The towering eucalyptus trees were there. And our aunt's house was right next door Carol asked her cousin if the houses on the block had ever changed He looked at her like she was crazy Those houses never changed. They never burned down. They were built before Carol was even born The city was the city There was no version of Riverside where the mission inn was gone There was no version of Riverside where the cemetery was just a dirt lot Except for the version Carol drove through one rainy afternoon in two thousand six. She finally started telling her story, though she can't explain what caused it. She didn't see lights in the sky, She wasn't abducted. She didn't experience missing time And she returned to Riverside many times over the years Every visit, the streets were correct. The buildings were real. Ething was exactly as it should be. Except There's one place she avoids She never went back to that corner. Where the people, not people were standing And she's pretty sure that they're not there in that corner She doesn't want to find out what happens if she's wrong Gather around This happened in Richmond Hill, Georgia in August of two thousand four At five in the morning, a burgering employee carried a bag of trash to the dumpster There was a man on the ground. He had long matted hair and a beard down to his waist He was naked, sunburned and covered in fire ant bytes He was still alive, but just barely. She dropped the trash, ran inside and called nine hundred eleven When the paramedics rolled him onto the stretcher He opened his eyes and tried to speak. He couldn't remember his name. He couldn't remember his birthday He couldt remember a single day of his life He didn't know it yet, but on paper, he didn't exist Not for the last twenty one years P admitted him as a John Doe the intake nurse needed something to write on the chm she wrote down where they found him. Burger King, Burger King Doough. BK Doough For weeks, the hospital tried to identify him. They ran his fingerprints, they checked missing persons' databases, they circulated his photograph. Nothing. His blood came back clean. no drugs, no alcohol His vitals and reflexes were normal. He could talk, he could read, he could tell you who the president was. He just didn't know who he was. The doctors found three depressions in his skull Bunt force trauma from a long time ago. he didn't remember the injury. He had cataracts on both eyes so thick, he was nearly blind. He didn't remember that either He told them what he could remember A monument in Indianapolis, a cemetery a mall in Boulder, Colorado. A river college library with long tables. He remembered two or three brothers O names just The fact that he had them The doctors thought he was lying, so they tested him. Spelling, vocabulary, math He passed everything. He knew the capitals of every state He knew the rules of poker, how to bone a chicken, how to fix a carburetor. The lyrics to every song from the sixties. When the cafeteria handed him a tray, he prepped the sandwich like a short order cook. He didn't think about it for a second The skills were intact. The man who learned them was gone The hospital kept him for two weeks, then they needed the bed. But to discharge someone, the system needs a name So He gave himself one He chose Benjamin with two aids and Kyle r the initials they'd been writing on his charts BK. Benjamin Kyle Then Benjamin moved into a local shelter nine months later, surgeons removed his cataracts. The bandages came off, he looked into a mirror. and didn't recognize the man looking back He thought he was about forty The man in the mirror was almost sixty It was like he closed his eyes and woke up twenty one years later The next eleven years, Benjamin Kyle legally didn't exist The FBI ran his fingerprints, no match Interpol ran him internationally and found nothing The U. S. Marshal Service searched every cold case file they had The Social Security administration couldn't give a number without proving his birth. He couldn't prove his birth without having a name He couldn't get a name without pervious birth He legally couldn't rent an apartment He couldn't hold a job, open a bank account, He couldn't get a library card. He couldn't vote, couldn't drive, couldn't get on a plane He couldn't see a doctor without paying cash As far as the United States government was concerned The man behind the Burger Kang was never born He went on Dror Phil, he went on CNN, Anderson Cooper. National Geographic ran a feature with his photo on their home page. The Today Show ran his case three times. Tens of millions of people saw his face And the whole country was raoting for him Nobody called He took odd jobs that paid him cash, washing dishes, sweeping floors, cooking at a barbecue joint where the owner didn't ask questions. He slept at shelters, on couches. under bridges when the shelters were full. The press called him the last unknown man in America. Eleven years later H DNA found him. There's a new way to sweet green Cand help, party, and made for life on the moveon With bold, chef crafted flavors, fresh ingredients and over forty grams of protein, they're built to satisfy without slowing you down. Try wraps today in the app or at order. sweetgreen. com available at all participating locations The genetic genealogist saw his case on television and couldn't let it go She ran his's DNA against every public ancestry database she could find For years, she found cousins, distant ones, then closer ones Then a half sister In the fall of twenty fifteen, she called him. He had a name William Burges Powell born august twenty ninth, nineteen forty eight in Lafayette, Indiana His family told him what they remembered William grew up in Lafayette. He left a hard home at sixteen and moved in with a host family down the road He ate dinner at their table every single night through high school and into adulthood Then one night in nineteen seventy six He didn't shop up for dinner The host family walked over to his trailer to check on him The door was unlocked. The lights were off His stereo, his tools, his books, all sitting right where he left them. The bed was made A few days later, his car turned up abandoned a few miles down the road near a dam door is locked No no blood, no sign of struggle His brother reported him missing, but that was nineteen seventy six By now, his family assumed he was dead But the family wanted to take him home. to the actual house he grew up in They drove him out to Lafayette and walked him up the steps to the front door and then he stopped. He looked into the house And then he turned around and walked back to the car. He never set foot inside There was a reason William Powell disappeared And he never wanted to be found Porter started digging into the years before the dumpster. He pulled the missing Persons report that the family filed in nineteen seventy six And it told a story that wasn't told on Dr. Phil or NPR. It was a story that the FBI had never heard In march nineteen seventy six William Powell was working at a convenience store in Lafayette, Indiana. He was twenty seven years old He had a coworker named Charles Getz, who would buy Chico O night in the middle of the night Tal and Chiko drove out a Lfette and they kept driving. They drove all night and all the next day. they stopped in Boulder, Colorado State police later found his car abandoned on the side of the road His keys were gone. The trailer he'd been living in was empty and the license plates were removed. He didn't take a wrong turn, he didn't break down, he didn't get lost He just took his license plates and walked away The Social seecurity earnings record for William Burges Pell shows activity through nineteen eighty three. After that, nothing. No employer, no tax filing No address, no bankking account, no traffic ticket, no hospital records For twenty one years, there is no William Powell anywhere in the United States. than a Burger King employee in Georg goes to take the trash out In May of twenty twenty six, a documentary crew released a series about the case. They worked on it for years. tryrying to figure out what filled the gap They didn't find proof of anything But they found enough to make people start asking different questions. They claimed they recovered a computer Pal used that was forensically wiped, the kind of wipe that takes specialized software They claimed that recovery tools turned up searches of his real name, and he was searching for Colorado cold case murder files. They found emails that he'd been spoofing to look like they were coming from someone else They tracked down Chico Getz, the manager of Westwith Pell in nineteen seventy six. gets agreed to talk to them briefly He said he was afraid of Pow, and he wouldn't say anymore. They say Powell worked for organized crime in Lafayette before he left. They call this a rumor The name of the organization is bleef throughout the series. There are no charges, there are no arrests. There's no evidence anyone has produced in public. But when the documentary came out in May Howowell wasn't around to respond to it aroundround December of twenty sixteen William Powell disappeared again He went off grid, he stopped using his name, and he stopped appearing on any record anywhere. Only now He knows who he is The same doctor who diagnosed him way back in the beginning I thought he was faking the entire time, that's on the record. And it's possible that that doctor was right What nobody argues about is the hole in the middle twenty one years nineteen eighty three to two thousand four A stretch where William Powell simply isn't anywhere. No job, no address, no record. One witness who can place him He never got those years back. 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