Trying to remember the past

Author's pov

“When did that lady come to my room? When?” Tyler kept asking himself as he watched Charlotte entering the bar and he could hear the sound of heavy music popping out of the bar.

“What has gone over Charlotte? Am I dreaming? No, I'm not.” He got into his car and rested his head against the headrest.

“...all I know was that a lady came,” he paused and he tried to remember what transpired.

“Let me go home, probably my sitting room will help me remember what happened.” He thought, and started his car and drove home. Still, as he was driving home, he took his phone and called Charlotte, but each time, Charlotte continuously rejected his calls.

When he got home, he came out of his car and entered his house and stopped at the sitting room. Then he stared at the door.

“Yes! A lady came.” He closed his eyes and opened it. “Yes!” He nodded his head, “I opened the door and she entered. She said her name was Sonia. I remembered that. She came in,” and Tyler demonstra