A/N: Based around the song "Don't Know Why" by Norah Jones.

To read the original version with song lyrics go to: bitter-solemnity. com /fics /IUTKY.php (just get rid of the spaces).

Stephanie walked up into her flat, and turned on the light. She walked into her kitchen and laid the picture Regan had drawn for her and the picture Chris had given her down on the table. She picked up the photograph and stared at it for a moment. The person in the picture that used to be her looked so happy, her eyes shining bright. It was really too bad that she would never get that back. She put the picture down, and started to walk towards her bedroom, tired from the day's events.

She walked into her bedroom, and turned on the lights. She walked into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. She stared at herself for a moment, just studying herself. She couldn't help but think about what she had found out today.

She had found out her past and who she was and she had left it behind. She had made the hardest decision of her life. It wasn't that she wanted to give up her old life, but what would be the point if she couldn't remember who she was? There was no point going back to a life she couldn't remember.

She got ready for bed and climbed in her bed. She turned on her side and thought about Chris and Regan. He seemed like a good man, and she could tell he had truly loved Stephanie. She could plainly see that all throughout the night he had been hoping that she would get her memory back. She had even started hoping that she would get it back, just to see that sad look in his eyes disappear.

And the little girl, her little girl, she was such a beautiful child. She wanted to remember anything, everything about her, but she couldn't. Her brain still drew an incredible blank when she tried to think back to two years before. It was so frustrating knowing that she had a family that she couldn't remember. And she had a daughter, a piece of her, and it tore her up inside that she couldn't feel anything for her.

She turned around again, trying to fall asleep. She had to move on, that was the only thing that she could do. Everyone she used to know had moved on, and she knew now that she could move on too. Sure people had missed her, but they didn't know that she hadn't died. It really was the right decision for her to not be found. It saved a lot of people a lot of heartache and grief.

Except for Chris.

Chris put Regan into her car seat and got into the car. He pulled away and started driving towards the hotel he and Regan were staying at. He couldn't help thinking about Stephanie as he drove to the hotel. He had found her, then lost her...again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby?" Chris asked, turning his attention to his daughter.

"Why Emma look like Mama?"

Chris was surprised by the question, and he didn't know how to answer that. He didn't want to tell Regan that the woman they met tonight was her mother. It would only get Regan worked up and thinking that her mother was still alive. It was one thing for his heart to be broken, but he would not let anything hurt his little girl.

"She just looked like Mama, sweetie, sometimes people look like people you know," he explained to her.

"Really?" she asked in wonderment.

"Yes sweetie."

Regan seemed pleased with the answer, and went back to looking out the window. Chris went back to his thoughts. He couldn't tell anyone about finding Stephanie, it wouldn't change anything, wouldn't bring her back. Bringing more people into this would only bring more pain. This was something he would have to bear alone.

They reached the hotel and walked up to their room. Chris got Regan ready for bed and tucked her into one of the beds in their room. She fell asleep quickly and he watched her sleep for a while. He sighed as he thought about what she would miss out on by not having Stephanie. He thought he did a pretty good job raising her alone, but he couldn't do everything. He stroked her soft brown hair as she slept, before getting ready for bed himself.

He lay in bed later, staring at the ceiling. He wondered what Stephanie was doing, if she had thought about him and Regan since they left. Probably not was what kept going through his mind. She had decided not to even try to remember, why would she want to remember at all?

He wondered what would become of Stephanie, now that she was really and truly broken off from him. He had let her go, and it had been the single hardest thing he had had to do in his life. When he thought she had died, he had no choice but to accept it, but it was different now. Now he had to move on knowing that he would never love anybody else. It wasn't an option for him to be with someone else, not while he knew Stephanie was alive.

He couldn't help the tears that started running down his face. He tried to be macho and not cry, but when Stephanie was involved his feelings came first. He was almost regretting finding Stephanie, he almost thought that maybe she should never have been found, if this was the outcome. But how could he ever regret anything that involved Stephanie? He should be thankful that Stephanie was alive, regardless of whether she was with him or not.

"Daddy." He could hear Regan say to him. He turned his head and saw her standing next to his bed. Her hair was disheveled from sleep and her pajamas were rumpled.

"What is it Princess?" he whispered.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Of course you can Princess, climb on up."

Regan climbed into the bed, and crawled over to where Chris was. He lifted the covers so she could climb in. She settled herself in next to him, and snuggled into him. He pulled the covers over them, tucking her in. Chris stroked her hair as she closed her eyes.

"Thank you Daddy," she told him as she started to fall asleep.

"You're welcome baby," he whispered, letting her fall asleep.

Chris reminded himself that he still had a lot of good things in his life. He had so many things to look forward to. He had friends, family, a good career, nice home, many things that made his life worthwhile.

But the most important thing was lying in his arms.

Stephanie was still having a hard time falling asleep. The day kept running through her mind. The way that Chris had looked at her when he realized who she was. She couldn't ignore the look on his face. She saw love in his face. She saw love for her in his face. She had been alone for so long it was odd seeing someone who loved her.

She hadn't been in love, or at least she couldn't remember the time when she had been in love. But Chris obviously loved her, or more accurately the former incarnation of her. She almost wished that she could love him back. He wasn't bad to look at, and he seemed like a really great person. And the way he treated Regan, she smiled as she thought of the little girl.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, wondering if she would ever find that happiness that she had once had.