A few hours later, Sydney wandered out of the bedroom and found Vaughn asleep on the couch. She watched him sleep for a second, before heading into the kitchen for some water. She didn't feel like eating. She really didn't feel like doing anything. She sat down on one of the stools at the counter and stared into her water glass. In it's faint reflection she saw a flash of herself bleeding out on the dance floor, in Vaughn's arms. She shook the thought from her mind, and pulled her eyes from the glass.

Her thoughts were constantly running over her newly acquired memory again and again. Every time she thought about it the scar on her stomach ached, and she started to feel dizzy. 'I guess people aren't supposed to remember their own deaths.' She said to her self, as she stared out the window. Her mind was still fuzzy from her session. She took another sip of water and continued to gaze out the window at the trees. The memory seemed to be looped in her mind. It would run through, and then start over, it just didn't stop. She forced herself to remember the morning when Vaughn asked her to marry him. For a few moments at least, Sydney was able to quietly remember the happy moment in peace. The tears in Vaughn's eyes mirrored her own, as he gently slipped the ring on her finger. She whispered 'Yes' into hi ear and they kissed passionately.

However each time she felt as though she'd escaped the horror of her wedding night, it would appear again. It almost felt as if she were dreaming. It felt strange, as if she were looking down on the event from above. Lying there in Vaughn's arms, her white wedding dress soaking up the blood from the pool that was forming around them; Vaughn's hands pressing the wound vigorously and he shouted her name; Jack running back and forth from Slone to Sydney; Slone's eyes, piercing and jovial as they watched the mayhem. And one thing she hadn't quite realized yet, there were another set of eyes which she'd seen just before everything went black. She hadn't been able to pinpoint who the intense gaze belonged to at first, but she could see clearly now. Her mother was standing in the crowd of people who had formed around her. Sydney didn't see her at first, because she was behind many other people. Her eyes were worried, and filled with tears, but she remained standing, almost hiding behind the crowd.

Sydney was only able to catch a glimpse of her, as she began to close her eyes. She'd been focused on Vaughn's face, as the blood spilled from her body, but as she lowered her eyes to close them forever she'd actually seen her mother's face among the crowd. Had she imagined it? Was it an effect of the loss of blood? Sydney searched her memory trying to catch the moment and somehow pause it. As she raked her mind she realized that her mother wasn't a figment of her imagination as she lay dying, she was real. She'd been there at the exact moment when Sydney's heart had failed, as she'd closed her eyes to die. It was strange to think that she'd missed everything else but that. She'd not shown up at the wedding, as Sydney had secretly hoped she would. She hadn't come to kiss her daughter before the ceremony, or to congratulate her afterward. She had appeared only to watch Sydney die, and she hadn't moved a muscle to prevent it.

The questions seemed to flood into her mind all at once. Did she know it would happen? Could she have stopped it? Was she in on it, was she helping? Why didn't she try and save me? Why didn't she do anything? Why didn't she come to comfort me? Why? Why did I have to die?