"Well Will, this is my apartment and your father's is right down the hall," Miss Brady gestured three doors down.
"You don't live together?" he inquired.
Miss Brady and Mr. Roberts looked at each other uncomfortably.
"No Will, we're not married," Mr. Roberts confessed.
"So, will I be staying with you, Miss Brady, or Mr. Roberts?" he looked between his "parents" faces expectantly. He caught the pained expression on Miss Brady's face and Mr. Robert's gentle caress of her arm.
"Um, Will. Why don't you call us Lucas and Sami," Mr. Roberts looked down hopefully at his son.
"Okay," he agreed.
Sami and Lucas exchanged another glance before opening the door. Will took a few tentative steps inside the apartment, expecting memories to come flooding back to him. They didn't. His "parents" followed him in, waiting with baited breath at the door. He turned around and put his hands up in apology.
"It's okay little man, you'll remember, don't worry," Lucas carefully placed his hands on his shoulders and gave him a comforting squeeze.
The stars shined brightly against the dark night sky. He sat near the window on the floor of is bedroom, his mind blank. He could hear his "parents'" voices through his bedroom door. He really wished he could remember them. They seemed nice and his life seemed pretty happy. So why is it that he could only remember screaming?
He quietly approached the cracked door and peered outside.
"What are we going to do Lucas?" Sami asked helplessly.
"I don't know, but the doctor said to go about our life normally," Lucas glanced over at her from his place on the couch.
"Maybe once he sees the rest of the family or settles in to our routine," Sami speculated.
"Our routine?" Lucas asked incredulously, getting off the couch. "We don't have a routine. We don't live together. We always are at each other's throats. How on Earth can we wish remembrance of that on our son?"
Sami was silent, with no rebuttal.
"You're right, I know you're right," Sami nodded. "So, let's try to get along."
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Sami nodded emphatically. "This could work. We can be civil with each other. Do family things."
"Whoa, whoa," Lucas held up his hands. "Let's not go crazy here." But he had a smile on his face. "You really think this is going to work, don't you?"
"Yeah," Sami grinned.
"There's only one flaw in this little scheme of yours." Lucas paced back and forth across the room. "If he does eventually remember, we're screwed."
"No, because if we get good at it, maybe we could get along forever," Sami replied.
"Let's just go one hour at a time," Lucas headed towards the door. "Well, goodnight Sami."
"'Night," Sami closed the door behind him.
He watched her sigh and bang her head against the door.
"Will, honey, this is all for you. All for you."
He lightly closed the door and slid down to the ground. Okay, so maybe his family wasn't so happy.