Jonathan looked at the name and date on his arm. The meeting would be in a few days, which just so happened to be the day he was supposed to start working at the new office. Logically, this would mean that his soulmate was probably going to be a new co-worker, probably another middle-aged guy like himself. Maybe if he was lucky Jonthan would be the less bald of the two. His hairline was receding, but right now it wasn't [i]too[/i] bad. He had maybe another 10 years before something would have to be done about it. 

The thought of that dark future made his stomach settle. Jonathan truly feared few things, but male pattern baldness was definitely one of them. Not only was it a sign of growing old, but an indicator that you would not even have the luxury of aging gracefully.

The honk of a horn behind him woke him back up to the reality of the present. He was driving a moving truck, on his way to his new apartment in New York City. The radio was broken, as was the air conditioner, but the fake leather seating was that comfortable softness that it gets when it's been used enough to get kind of cracked and squishy, but before the whole thing totally breaks down and needs to be replaced with new seating. He was bored at a red light when he started spacing out, thinking about the Baldest Timeline.

Jonathan sighed as the engine of the truck groaned before moving forward. According to Google Maps, that was the last stoplight he would be at before reaching the apartment complex. He was not looking forward to moving a decade's worth of boxes and furniture up four floors and down three hallways.