Irina fixed him with a cold stare. "Julian, you did what you had to do, for Sydney's sake,"

Sark gazed at the ceiling instead. "And for your son's." She finished.

That seemed to break Sark, he looked back at her. "I have to get her out of there. She has to be home." Irina opened her mouth to interrupt but he jumped from his chair. "I'm going to see her." He marched out of the kitchen and to the front door.

"She doesn't remember she loves you." Irina called. Damn that woman. Sark slammed the door behind him.

Sark walked through the front doors at the downtown Psychiatric Care Center.

What am I going to do if she's right? No. Syd will remember, I know she will. I don't know how, but she will. He knew he was lying to himself. Sydney was even worse than before. Even Irina was starting to fade from her memory. Only their son would make her remember. But he had been gone for three weeks now. And not even pictures of him were working.

The receptionist greeted him at the front desk. "Yes sir, can we help you?"

"Yes I'm here to see Sydney Larsen." He replied, using the aliases they'd been forced to use when others had discovered their marriage.

The woman called for a nurse to assist him. Shortly, a broad man wearing white scrubs appeared from around the corner. "This way sir." He led Sark down a hallway illuminated in sickening florescent lighting. "I have to warn you," the man began, "Today's not a good day. She hasn't been very responsive."

Sark dismissed him with a slight wave of his hand. "She'll come around." Keep thinking that and maybe you'll believe yourself.

They reached Sydney's room and the nurse left him. Sark put his hand on the door knob and paused briefly, but gritting his teeth, he opened it.

Sydney was sitting in a chair by the window. She didn't look at him when she heard the door open, if she heard it at all. There was another chair by the bed. Sark picked it up and set it down besides her. She still stared out the window which overlooked the river.

"Hey how are you feeling today?"

No answer.

He tried again. "Syd?"

Suddenly she spun around, simultaneously picking up the chair and smashing it into Sark. He flew back against the wall and collapsed.

When he came to, she was gone. Damn it! Sark jumped to his feet, shaking his head. The door was open. He raced out of the room and looked back and forth down the corridor. She wasn't in sight. He ran down the way he had come and burst through the double doors of the main entrance.

He scanned through the crowds looking for a head of smooth brown hair. There! In a pair of jeans and a light blue shirt. She was half walking half running down the street towards the fountains. Sark started after her, walking as fast as he could to keep up with her pace.

Then Sydney looked back and saw him following her. He could see the terror in her eyes. She turned and bolted. She doesn't remember me. She doesn't even remember me. But what could he do?

Irina's words came back to him. "She thinks you're an enemy. So be her enemy."

Sark gritted his teeth and began to run.

There was no way he was going to catch up. It was a battle of who was more desperate. And what broke his heart was that she was as determined to get away from him as he was to catch her. But she doesn't know. If she'd only remember.

There were even more people the further Sark continued to chase her. It was hard to keep her in view, but just then that blue shirt flashed among the crowd. She was looking back at him and crashed into a woman walking in the opposite direction.

Sark kept running, trying to gauge how far away she was from him and how long it would take to catch her. He looked down the hill to see the signal turn orange, but to his horror, he saw that Sydney didn't stop. She ran into the road, dodging cars until she reached the other side. I've got to get to her before she gets herself killed.

When he reached the signal, there were too many people waiting to push through, so he had no choice but to wait. Damn, if I lose her... The signal changed and he pushed past people as fast as he could, trying his best to run down the street, but he couldn't see her.

Sark stopped by an alley and bent over to catch his breath. Irina was right. What am I going to tell my son? He stoodup and noticed a homeless man sitting just inside the alley. For a moment the man looked at Sark, then back at something on the far side of a dumpster across from him.

Sydney dashed out from behind it and ran to the other side of the alley, turning left down the sidewalk. She's going to the fountains. Sark rushed after her. She thinks he will be there. A thought flashed though his mind. She remembers where!

He turned the corner and raced down the sidewalk past people still turning their heads to watch the woman that was doing the same ahead of him. The signal ahead was white. Sark could feel his heartbeat in his ears. If I can make this light I can catch her.

Suddenly a bicyclist darted out in front of Sydney. The two of them crashed to the hard concrete. Sark bit off a yell as he watched his wife tumble to the ground. He heard her apologizing to the man, then she looked straight at Sark. The look of fear in her eyes was almost feral. Love, come back.

The light had turned to orange and once again he was stuck in the crowd. He strained his neck in time to see her slipping down the street away from him. Finally the light changed and he continued his mad dash past all the people. He felt in a way like a fish swimming against the current. There she was! Waiting at the light. Just. Stay. There. Let me catch you.

But no, Sydney had seen him. And what was worse was she was gonna try to best the cars on the busiest street yet. No! This was it, this was... she made it! Sark stopped dead in his tracks, he couldn't breathe. He felt as if he had just rushed the street with her. Yet he still was on the other side. Still.

He was the first to cross making sure not to lose her in the crowds surrounding the fountains. At times he thought he saw her, but each time he was wrong. She knows I'm here. She'll try the boat. Flipping open his cell, he punched a few numbers.

"She's heading your way... do what you have to do..." He huffed frustratedly into the phone, "Of course she is... no I'm right behind her... no, I'll do it myself. Flipping it shut, he marched resolutely through the throng of people surrounding the park down to the docks.

There she was, edging her way to their boat moored at the docks. Sark saw his men step out. Do it Sark, do it or she'll scream. She hadn't heard him following her, she only saw the two men waiting. He was still advancing when she bummed into him. Sydney turned around and opened her mouth. Do it!