It was the softest touch on her shoulder that pulled her from her memories. She had felt that familiar touch so many times before... to the point where she could tell the differences in the slightest movements. Sam smiled to herself. Cam sat down behind her, his aging hand sliding down her arm to grip her hand.

In times like these, there were usually no words spoken. Only soft caresses let her know that Cam loved her and no one else. She squeezed his calloused hand slightly, not much strength left in her own. She had given up a while ago, but Cam knew she still had hope - hope that they'll survive, and that they'll all get on with their lives.

With the news that they wouldn't remember after Sam's plan went into effect, he had come to her when she was alone. Neither of them wanted to forget. He removed his hand from hers gently, it then going to her cheek. The slowest movement turned her face to his, and he leaned forward, placing his lips to hers.

Her eyes closed, a tear falling down her cheek. After he pulled away, she went to say something, but he just silenced her with his finger. "Sam... don't. I don't want to forget this."

They stayed like that until it was time to move on.