Stephen wasn't sure how Molly would react to the idea of seeing a therapist. A therapist that he had seen behind her back and a therapist who wanted to put her under hypnotism. When he returned home, he told Molly what had happened. She said nothing at first, but judging by how violently she chopped the vegetables for supper; it was clear that action spoke louder than words.
"You saw a therapist? Without talking to me about it?" Molly finally snapped.
"What choice did I have? Mol, do you know how worried I've been about you? You have nightmares that you don't remember, you scream for someone I don't know, you have given yourself amnesia-"
Molly rounded on Stephen. "I gave myself amnesia? You think I would intentionally wipe out memories of half of my life?"
"I never said it was intentional, but Dr. Samson suggested-"
"Is that the name of the quack?" Molly asked abruptly.
"Yes. He suggested that something bad had happened to you and you just wanted to forget it happened, and so you made yourself forget that it did."
Molly gave a sigh of defeat. "I know."
"You what?"
Molly looked up at Stephen. "Stephen, I've always known that I did this to myself."
"Okay, I don't say this very often, but I'm confused."
Molly took Stephen's hand and led him over to the couch. "I didn't you tell you all the things I remembered. I do remember the day that I lost my memory. I had been on a plane to China. Anyway, all I remember is getting off the plane. Next thing I knew, I was back in the States and in a mental institution. My parents were there and they told me I had been found wondering the streets of Tibet, disoriented and talking to myself. I asked them why I would do such a thing, but they looked at me as if they were expecting me to answer; but I couldn't. I didn't even remember why I went to China in the first place."
As Molly explained, Stephen suddenly seemed distracted. Molly gave a frustrated sigh.
"I should have told you earlier but I didn't think you'd be interested in someone who's been in the cuckoo's nest."
"You said you were in Tibet just before you were brought back to America?" Stephen asked.
"Yeah, I was. What does that have to do with anything?"
"N-Nothing. Listen Molly, now that you've told me the truth, me and Doctor Samson can help you. We can find out what happened, if you'll let us."
"Just promise me one thing." Molly finally said.
"Anything."
"That you won't leave me. I'm not exactly very trusting of the mental health profession."
Stephen gave a relieved sigh and kissed Molly. "I'll be with you. I promise."
Stephen made Molly an appointment with Doctor Samson the very next day. As promised, he went with Molly and sat beside her the entire time; even when the time came to put Molly under hypnosis.
"Molly, I want you to look at my pen. Don't take your eyes off it." Doctor Samson said in a calm and soothing voice.
Molly obeyed and kept her focus solely on Samson's pen, but held tight to Stephen's hand.
"I'm going to count backwards from ten. When I'm done, you'll close your eyes and go to sleep for awhile. Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...Four...Three...Two...One."
Molly's eyes drooped close and the hold on Stephen's hand slackened. It had happened so suddenly that Stephen believed she had passed out.
"Don't worry, she's just in a deep sleep. Now, Molly, do you hear me?"
"Yes, I hear you." Molly said sleepily.
"Good. Now, Molly, I'm going to take you back to the past. Back to the time that you went to Tibet. You don't have to worry though, it's just like going to a movie. You can see and hear everything, but nothing can harm you. Now, tell me where you are?"
"I'm walking down a street. It's so crowded. I don't care though. I just have to find it."
"Find what, Molly?"
Molly's brows knitted together. "Kamar-Taj."
Stephen swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. "I know that place. That's where I learned about the mystic arts."
"Molly, are you at Kamar Taj to learn something?" Samson asked.
"No. No, I'm there to find him. He needs to know. He needs to know that I'm alive. Kai has to know." Molly said frantically.
"It's okay, Molly. It's okay. Now tell me, who is Kai?"
"My husband."
Of all the things Stephen had been expecting to hear; this was not one of them. Part of him felt a sudden surge of anger towards Molly.
"Stephen, you gotta remember that Molly's forgotten everything."
The anger faded as quickly as it came. Now, there was just concern. Why would Molly intentionally forget her husband? Had he done something to her?
"Molly, are you at Kamar Taj now?" Samson asked gently.
"Yes, I am."
"Okay then, what's happening?"
"Where is he? Where is Kai?! I want to see my husband!" Molly shouted.
"Molly, is your husband at Kamar Taj?"
"They won't let me see him. Who are you people? Have you brainwashed him? You took him away! He needs to know that I'm here! Kai, it's Molly! It's Molly! I'm here, baby! What are you doing? No! No!"
Molly let out a piercing and painful scream. Stephen couldn't take much more and shook her gently by the shoulders; Samson snapped his fingers, bringing Molly out of the trance.
With tears running down her face, Molly threw her arms around Stephen. "Oh Stephen, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know."
Stephen shushed Molly. "It's okay. I believe you."
Molly started to sob. "What happened to me? What did they do to my memory?"