Walking Charlie

It took a strong scent to help Jack remember Izzy. He had believed most of his life that he had simply made her up. As a child, everyone told him that Izzy was his invisible friend. Later in life, her memory made him question his sanity. Breathing in the intoxicating scent of honeysuckle, he remembered her now. Her crooked smile, her long blonde hair, her ridiculous sense of humor and the scent changing perfume that she always wore. Mood perfume she had called it. Honeysuckle was her happy scent.

Jack was no stranger to odd behavior and his excessive drug use would make everyone question this memory, yet he knew that he wasn't crazy, not this time. Izzy was real and something was wrong, he had to find her. She was the key to his happiness and that of his brother Keith's. Keith would have to remember her too, this wasn't going to be easy.