Chapter 3- An item leads to Confusion; Flashbacks lead to Possibilities

Marco had bought a few pairs of jeans with his weekly salary and was trying them on in his room. The jeans fit perfectly, though he had no idea what size he was. He was about to put his original pants back on, when an item fell out of the left pocket.

It was dark, and he had to turn on the overhead light. The item had landed on the left side of his bed. Bending down, he picked it up and examined it closely. The item was a dog-tag; what shocked Marco, however, was what each one said. The left dog-tag read: Marco and Kathryn, eternally bound together, and in love forever. The second dog-tag read: Marco, my true love and my shining knight; we will win any fight, as long as we have love, which will guide us through each and ever cool and dark night.

"What was this doing in my pocket? It's strange, but I feel like I know this "Katherine," whoever it is." Marco thought. The name resonated in his head for a few moments. He had a sudden flashback: He was lying on the top of a grassy hill. A beautiful girl was lying beside him and they were holding hands. The girl appeared to be sleeping. He gazed at the stars, and made a wish as the gentle night breeze swept over them. The girl began to shiver and he wrapped his arms around her waist, sharing his body heat with her. "I love you, Marco." She whispered as she kissed his lightly.

Marco opened his eyes. He had fallen to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hand trembling on the hanger it was holding. "What was that?" He thought. Getting to his feet, he cupped his chin in thought.

"Could this vision possibly be about who I am? What does it mean, and who was that girl that seemed to kiss me?" Marco thought. "Marco, dinner time!" Scott called from downstairs.

Marco sat with them at the table, praying over the meal that consisted of steak and baked potatoes. "So, any ideas as to who you are?" Scott asked, taking a sip of his diet soda. "I think so. Look at this." Marco said, handing the dog-tags to him.

Scott and Melissa starred at the object for a moment, unsure what it meant. "So, do you know who this "Kathryn" is?" Scott asked. "Unfortunately, no. Maybe I can look for answers tomorrow after work." Marco said.