"According to the laws of aerodynamics, a bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly because of its body weight in proportion to its wings. Yet it can fly anyway…"
"Hello," I said entering the room.
"Hello." He replied smiling and leaning against the window, "Who are you?"
I had known this day would come; I had known someday he wouldn't remember, yet still I would rather him not remember me, than there not be a him.
"I'm Cassie, Mazzo's kid sister." I said smiling, "You probably don't remember me."
"I don't remember much of anything right now, well except for my name." He replied walking toward me, "I'm Bern-"
"Barney Snow, I know."
"Oh." He looked me up and down and got the look on his face. The look when he tried to remember something at The Complex. "Have I met you before? You seem familiar."
"Yes we have." The Handyman was right; the greatest things do stay with us, even when your past is erased. "We met at the complex, you used to live there."
"The Complex?" He whispered, "Billy, Allie and Mazzo." He said looking up at me.
"That's right." I held his hand tightly in mine. "Billy and Allie were your friends, and Mazzo…" He paused.
Mazzo was dead. Mazzo my twin was dead; he had died the way he wanted to die. Behind the wheel of the car, well a car Barney had built in the attic of the Complex. Barney set my brother free, and for that I would always be grateful.
"Mazzo's free, and that's thanks to you." I said looking into his beautiful blue eyes. "You told me that if there was ever a time when you didn't remember me that I was supposed to tell you our story."
"Our story?"
"Yeah Barney," I whispered, "our story."