An Odd Story; Ending is Happy part 2

In 1989, someone who is a friend of mine now, let's call him Terence, visited New York City from Columbus, Ohio, and stayed with a woman with whom he had been close to at high school. She had already moved to NYC and was working for the Brooklyn District Attorney: we'll call her Alice.

He stayed for a week, then left, and ultimately headed onwards to Europe for a few months. He left a t-shirt at her apartment by accident.

Soon after this in Columbus, someone with the same name and appearance as Terence, and carrying his I.D. which he had lost in Ohio, was murdered — shot in the face — in Columbus.

Alice heard this news and naturally assumed Terence was dead: the details all matched and there was no face left to compare with photos. She even called the Columbus police officer investigating the murder. It seemed the murder victim had to be her friend.

She was distraught. Time passed and she became an attorney. She would occasionally wear his t-shirt. It reminded her of him.

This past week, her husband by strange chance came across Terence on a social networking Web site, which shall remain nameless. Alice and Terence are now in touch again.