"What are you doing?" Nick asked when he saw Jessica in the kitchen. "You know you're supposed to -"

"Be in bed. I know. But, I can't stay up there."

"Why?"

"It's too dull. There's only so much you can look at in a four wall room. I need to be somewhere more open."

"You can stay down here, but you have to lay on the couch."

"Okay." Jessica walked in the living room. A few minutes later, Nick brought her soup to her.

"Here you go," he said handing it to her.

"Thank-you."

"You seem to be handling all this very well."

"You mean not being able to remember?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course," he answered.

"I'm not the type of person that cries in front of people. I like to be alone when I cry. So, last night, I just broke down. I'd been trying so hard to remember something. Anything. But, I couldn't. Not one thing. People keep saying that me and you were such good friends. I have no clue who you are though. It's like I have to get to know you all over again."

Nick went over to Jessica, sat down beside her, and hugged her. "I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make you remember."

Jessica sniffed. "I know. All of a sudden, she saw Nick in her mind. He was dancing with someone. Jessica pulled away from Nick looking in confusion.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nick, I think I'm starting to remember some things."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. I mean, I have remembered a couple things. Not a whole lot. But, I think I am remembering anyhow. Do you think it's too soon for me to remember anything?"