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Sydney let her body slide down the bathroom door, her face beginning to crumble.
'Why am I crying? Why aren't I the happiest person in the world? Vaughn is treating me like a queen and all I can do is sit in here and cry! But, that's why I'm crying, isn't it? Something doesn't fit, like a piece has been forced into the puzzle. That's what I've become - a puzzle. I have bit and pieces of information scattered in my head that I can't fit together! It's like I've gone insane and am completely aware of it! OK, just take a shower, just take a shower and let yourself relax and maybe something will come to you.'
Sydney stood in the shower after she was clean, letting the water pour over her.
'That did no good. I'm still just as stressed as when I woke up. What the hell can I do to recall my memories?'
Sydney leaned down to shut the water off and she heard the phone ring. She stood silently in the shower and listened to the water drip from her, waiting for Michael to answer the phone.
'Why am I standing here as quietly as possible? Why did I suddenly go into stealth mode when I know Michael has to answer the phone? Why am I so interested in.'
"Sark," he said as he answered the phone.
'Sark? What or who is Sark? Why would he answer the phone like that? OK, this is getting a little to weird for me. Now I can't hear him, shi*, I can't hear what he's saying. '
Sydney quickly exited the shower stall and wrapped an oversized towel around herself.
'I'll just act like I'm going to get some clothes. He won't know I'm trying to listen to him. He'll just think that I.'
Sydney swung open the bathroom door to find Sark staring at her, hand poised to knock.
"Ah, there you are. Well, I just wanted to let you know that the office called and they need me to go in for just a couple of hours. It's nothing that will keep me long, they are all just incompetent fools. Will you be alright by yourself for just a while?"
"Um, of course. That shower helped out a lot!" Sydney lied.
'Why am I lying to him? The question is, why is he lying to me? I know he is, I can feel it.'
"Great," Sark replied, placing a soft kiss on Sydney's lips. "I'll be back, and I think you will like what I have planned for later tonight," Sark said coyly as he turned and walked down the hall towards the front door. "If you need me, my cell number is by the phone in the bedroom, love," Sark called behind him as he was leaving.
Sydney waited until she heard the front door shut to collapse. She sat in a heap in the bathroom doorway, crying her eyes out until her subconscious grabbed her attention.
'Call Vaughn. Call him. You know his number. Just dial and you'll get Vaughn.'
Wanting any relief from her confusion and pain, Sydney managed to collect herself enough to make her way to the phone and dial the numbers that were deeply implanted in her heart and soul.
'OK, just breathe. Don't sound like you were crying, just tell him you wanted to say he.'
"Vaughn."
'What? Who in the world did I call? This doesn't sound like him! But this number..I remember this number from somewhere! I remember this being Michael's phone number! Yes! It is! But who is this that answered?'
"Um, is your name Michael Vaughn?" Sydney said with as much courage as she could muster.
"Yes, who is.Sydney?! Is that you?!"
'Well, he sure sounds excited to hear from me! But that's not Michael's voice! What the hell is going on here?!'
"Um, yes, I'm Sydney. Can I ask you who you are? I mean, I, well, you are supposed to be back in a couple of hours, but you don't sound like Michael. And this is not the cell phone number you gave me to call you on - I remembered it. I remembered that this is your number, but I don't recognize your voice."
"What are you talking about? Of course it's me! And what do you mean I don't sound like Michael - I AM Michael! Wait - Syd - are you being held hostage? Did they give you some kind of drug?"
'What the hell.?! He leaves for fifteen minutes and he thinks that I'm being held hostage?'
"No, I haven't been drugged! Why are you asking me this? You are the one who told me that I fell down the stairs and that's why I have amnesia! Why are you acting so funny?"
"Um, Syd, this is going to sound really weird, but can you describe me? I mean, physically and whatever else you can think of?"
"You are acting so strange..ok, you have blue eyes, blond hair, you hate sports - especially hockey - and your favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Why do you want to know? Look, the reason I was calling is because I heard you talking on the phone earlier, while I was in the shower, you answered the phone and said 'Sark'. Is that 'hello' in some other language or something?"
'There. I asked him. Now what can he say to that?'
"Syd - stay where you are - I am coming to get you. Are you on a land line at the place you are staying right now?"
'God he sounds pissed. Oh man, I didn't want to make him mad!'
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry for eavesdropping, I just."
"Don't worry about it - just stay there! OK?"
"Ok, I will. Bye."
'Guess that work he had to leave for wasn't that important after all.'
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Sydney let her body slide down the bathroom door, her face beginning to crumble.
'Why am I crying? Why aren't I the happiest person in the world? Vaughn is treating me like a queen and all I can do is sit in here and cry! But, that's why I'm crying, isn't it? Something doesn't fit, like a piece has been forced into the puzzle. That's what I've become - a puzzle. I have bit and pieces of information scattered in my head that I can't fit together! It's like I've gone insane and am completely aware of it! OK, just take a shower, just take a shower and let yourself relax and maybe something will come to you.'
Sydney stood in the shower after she was clean, letting the water pour over her.
'That did no good. I'm still just as stressed as when I woke up. What the hell can I do to recall my memories?'
Sydney leaned down to shut the water off and she heard the phone ring. She stood silently in the shower and listened to the water drip from her, waiting for Michael to answer the phone.
'Why am I standing here as quietly as possible? Why did I suddenly go into stealth mode when I know Michael has to answer the phone? Why am I so interested in.'
"Sark," he said as he answered the phone.
'Sark? What or who is Sark? Why would he answer the phone like that? OK, this is getting a little to weird for me. Now I can't hear him, shi*, I can't hear what he's saying. '
Sydney quickly exited the shower stall and wrapped an oversized towel around herself.
'I'll just act like I'm going to get some clothes. He won't know I'm trying to listen to him. He'll just think that I.'
Sydney swung open the bathroom door to find Sark staring at her, hand poised to knock.
"Ah, there you are. Well, I just wanted to let you know that the office called and they need me to go in for just a couple of hours. It's nothing that will keep me long, they are all just incompetent fools. Will you be alright by yourself for just a while?"
"Um, of course. That shower helped out a lot!" Sydney lied.
'Why am I lying to him? The question is, why is he lying to me? I know he is, I can feel it.'
"Great," Sark replied, placing a soft kiss on Sydney's lips. "I'll be back, and I think you will like what I have planned for later tonight," Sark said coyly as he turned and walked down the hall towards the front door. "If you need me, my cell number is by the phone in the bedroom, love," Sark called behind him as he was leaving.
Sydney waited until she heard the front door shut to collapse. She sat in a heap in the bathroom doorway, crying her eyes out until her subconscious grabbed her attention.
'Call Vaughn. Call him. You know his number. Just dial and you'll get Vaughn.'
Wanting any relief from her confusion and pain, Sydney managed to collect herself enough to make her way to the phone and dial the numbers that were deeply implanted in her heart and soul.
'OK, just breathe. Don't sound like you were crying, just tell him you wanted to say he.'
"Vaughn."
'What? Who in the world did I call? This doesn't sound like him! But this number..I remember this number from somewhere! I remember this being Michael's phone number! Yes! It is! But who is this that answered?'
"Um, is your name Michael Vaughn?" Sydney said with as much courage as she could muster.
"Yes, who is.Sydney?! Is that you?!"
'Well, he sure sounds excited to hear from me! But that's not Michael's voice! What the hell is going on here?!'
"Um, yes, I'm Sydney. Can I ask you who you are? I mean, I, well, you are supposed to be back in a couple of hours, but you don't sound like Michael. And this is not the cell phone number you gave me to call you on - I remembered it. I remembered that this is your number, but I don't recognize your voice."
"What are you talking about? Of course it's me! And what do you mean I don't sound like Michael - I AM Michael! Wait - Syd - are you being held hostage? Did they give you some kind of drug?"
'What the hell.?! He leaves for fifteen minutes and he thinks that I'm being held hostage?'
"No, I haven't been drugged! Why are you asking me this? You are the one who told me that I fell down the stairs and that's why I have amnesia! Why are you acting so funny?"
"Um, Syd, this is going to sound really weird, but can you describe me? I mean, physically and whatever else you can think of?"
"You are acting so strange..ok, you have blue eyes, blond hair, you hate sports - especially hockey - and your favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Why do you want to know? Look, the reason I was calling is because I heard you talking on the phone earlier, while I was in the shower, you answered the phone and said 'Sark'. Is that 'hello' in some other language or something?"
'There. I asked him. Now what can he say to that?'
"Syd - stay where you are - I am coming to get you. Are you on a land line at the place you are staying right now?"
'God he sounds pissed. Oh man, I didn't want to make him mad!'
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry for eavesdropping, I just."
"Don't worry about it - just stay there! OK?"
"Ok, I will. Bye."
'Guess that work he had to leave for wasn't that important after all.'
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