Jack and Annie- they both have such a past together- they grew up, so young, as best friends. He'd been the reason
she, poor, vulnerable Annie, didn't remember anything from that important past. For, if she had remembered,
poor, vulnerable Annie would not be so vulnerable. Oh, no. Annie would know exactly, EXACTLY, why she felt
eyes watching her that didn't belong to Jack. She would know the shadow, she would remember that missing link,
that vital information from her past.And she would definetly not be so "Lovey-Dovey" with Jack Phillips.

* * *

"Annie, what's wrong?" Jack asked, looking at the lost expression on Annie's face.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing, Jack. I just...oh, it's silly. Forget I mentioned anything." Annie replied, mentally distancing
herself, her heart, from Jack. She didn't know why, she didn't particularly WANT to be distant with him, but her
heart felt as though it was breaking, and nothing had happened to break it.

"No, what is it? Can I help?"

'No you can't. No one can Jack.' Annie thought, but instead replied "I don't think so. I just...felt like someone was
watching me. It was eery, sort of scary."

"Oh. Okay then." Jack said, knowing what she'd meant. He glanced behind him, but saw nothing. 'I just wish she
would remember...I don't think I can bring myself to telling her...It'd break her heart...'

* * *

Jack glanced at Annie expectantly, but she still slept on his shoulder as they neared Boston.

"Jack? Hey, Jack? Come on over here!" Clu whispered to his friend from the back of the bus. Gently, Jack lifted Annie's head off his shoulder and moved away slowly. He watched her closely, but other than a few small twitches, she moved very little.

"Clu? What's up?"

"You gotta play this game! It rocks!"

Inwardly, Jack had to laugh. Clu had nothing to worry about in his life, no shadows hanging over his shoulder, no gray clouds looming over his head; he was not swimming in this ocean of despair, knowing that at any point in time, a ghost that was thought to long be buried could suddenly rise and pull him under the deep dark waters. Clu did not know how it felt to drown in the memories of the past quite like Jack did.

"Alright, Clu...One round."

* * *

'It doesn't matter how fast you run, Miss Annie, I'll always get you!' The voice shouted after her

Still, Annie ran. She ran into the darkness, running from the darkness, with no light anywhere. It was pitch black all around.

' Annie! Over here!' Came a voice. 'Follow the sound of my voice!' She knew the voice, but couldn't pinpoint it's owner. She thought hard as she ran to the voice, and remembered who's voice it was she was running to, and remembered who's voice she was running from.She was running to Clu, and away from Jack.