Thane has amnesia and forgets who Kasumi is.
Her feet slammed against the slippery ground as she narrowly avoided crashing into a white-coated man and she was sure he yelled something after her but hell she could care less about being polite right now. Her heart was hammering against her chest, in that cliche way that all of her romance novels wrote about. She spotted Shepherd milling outside what she was assuming to be Thane's room and her eyes hardened in a way that got her point across; 'try and stop me.'
"No! Let me go!" She screeched as she felt her commander swoop and and restrain her arms, his words being drowned out in her struggles yet she was able to weasel her way out of his grip, elbowing his chest in the process. She'd apologise later but for now she had to get to Thane.
Kasumi wrenched open the door and immediately she scrunched her eyes in the bright light, the Windows of the room pouring in with seemingly unnatural sunshine and she was guessing that it was fake. Just a silly device used to try and cheer up the room's inhabitant. He was stiffly lay in on the flimsy bed, a white sheet laying over him like a death shroud and a choking sound formed in the back of her throat.
He must have known she had been here since the commotion she had caused before but even still he was just looking at her, his big black eyes blank as they scanned her from head to toe. "Who are you and why are you here?" She wanted to puke as soon as he spoke up, her stomach swirling as her arms crossed over themselves in a feeble attempt to steady herself.
When she had first heard the news a small part of her was hoping it would be different with her. That somehow he'd remember her face above anyone else's and he'd snap out of things yet he was still looking at her with a hardened farcical expression and his voice made her skin crawl. He sounded like a stranger, no. He sounded much like he did when they had first met, it had been years since that day but she still recalled his lost voice, devoid of any emotion and lacking with any personality. A killer, nothing more.
"It's me Thane...Kasumi. You're best friend." She urged with her foolish hope still flickering in her tight chest as she approached the bed much like how she would approach a rabid animal. At any second she could get her head bitten off however still she shuffled forward, only pausing when she saw his fingers grip the sheets tightly, his body tensing ever so slightly. His ghostly look traced her features but she saw no familiarity light up the dark depths and no tiny smile crease his lips.
She didn't wait for a reply from the shell and instead she was out of the room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her as she managed to stumble all the way out, and thankfully Shepherd was there to catch her before she sank to the ground. In the background she noticed that some of the other crew members had arrived but she couldn't lift her face to peer at all of them and although she felt like screaming all she did was sit on the ground, clinging to her friend's shoulder for support.
It was the opposite of her dead fiancee; he had died and all she had of him was memories. Thane had not died but didn't have even the faintest of recollections. She dully heard her leader murmur she could take as much time as she needed to as she attempted to stand back up, so she took that offer and leaned back do that her head was resting on the wall. A body sat down next to her and then another on her other side and she took each of their hands before closing her eyes.
She supposed it was back to the start.
