Yes. Yes that was the last memory, and he knew he should be under that pier until it rotted, waiting for her. She was already there.

"Rae!" She was crying again, when he called her name,

"J-jack. Y-you-?"

He sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder. And with his free hand he played with her hair.

"Shh… Rae, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I just, I just want you to remember what you said down here, before we left and you got… Stranded?"

Could he go through with this? Could he tell her he remembered? What if he ended up losing to the Chief? What if… what if he hurt her, or did something completely unforgivable? He could lie, and say he didn't know, that he didn't remember, but she'd been through so much. She helped him. She held him. She never pried for information and she just listened intently, her expression shading over parts of her face, making her somewhat like a mirror to his tone. She was so special. Could he risk whatever the Chief would do? Or… could he control it? He would have to, he couldn't live without her.

"But I do." He said. "I just did a-an…" he stopped talking and finally looked into her eyes. They were so blue. Like the purest water, completely innocent, and giving the impression of an immunity to any toxin the Chief could throw in them. Blue meant reflection of the sky. His sky, symbolizing his dreams of peace, and control, was reflected in those eyes. And… and… they looked almost like pools. And he wanted to sink down to the bottom and hide in them, allowing himself to drown in her security.

He felt drawn to her, their lips like magnets.

"Please," she said, almost begging, just for one kiss. Nothing dirty, or wrong, or anything like that. Just a simple kiss.

And so, he closed the spaces between their lips.