Kagome sighed as she pulled into the driveway of her old high school.

She was a teacher now.

She taught history.

Not exactly her dream job but a job is a job, right? And she needs the money to pay the bills. Beside, Kagome was pretty good at history.

Kagome pulled the keys out of the ignition and slowly got out of her car.

Locking her car, Kagome walked up to the sidewalk towards the side door of the school, leading into the hallway her classroom was in.

Kagome put her keys in her purse and entered the building.

She stopped in the silent and empty hallway.

It was 7:56 in the morning.

At least that's what her wristwatch said.

Kagome walked up to her classroom and carefully unlocked the door.

She smiled as she walked in.

'My old history class,' she thought. 'Who knew I'd be the one to teach in it?'

She set her purse and her coat on her desk, and pulled out the daily assignment.

In the feudal era

Inuyasha sat next to the well, leaning against it, and stared up at the sky as the clouds gently rolled by.

No matter how much he tried, Inuyasha couldn't stop thinking of Kagome.

Everything reminded him of her.

He sighed heavily.

"What am I going to do?" He whispered to himself, thoughtfully.

He lowered his head and looked at his three comrades, who were just laying in the grass a few yards from him pointing out the different shapes in the clouds.

"That one looks like Kagome!" Shippo exclaimed.

Inuyasha felt his heart stop.

Kagome?

He looked up at the clouds, searching for the cloud Shippo claimed appeared like Kagome, but he couldn't see it.

Had he forgotten what Kagome looks like?

Inuyasha couldn't breath as he tried to picture Kagome in his mind.

He looked back at Shippo, who was still staring at the clouds.

'Shippo remembers what she looks like, and I don't?' He thought.

He suddenly felt a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He could remember her scent, the sound of her voice, the love he felt when he was around her, but he couldn't remember what she looked like.

'She has grown older . . . she must have changed,' he thought.

Suddenly, a small thought hit him.

He looked up at the sky and whispered, "Does she still remember me?"