Okay, I said it was a one-shot, but I HATE sad endings, and just about all my reviewers asked for more. (Thanks for reviewing, guys!) Plus, I'm bored and procrastinating, so now, another chapter.

Chapter 2

Jesse's POV

It's been about a month since I got amnesia. I can't remember anything before the day that I woke up in this kid Paul's house. He's trying to help me remember, but nothing has come to me yet. I am actually sort of hazy about what happened right when I woke up. All I remember was that Paul's girl friend (ex, now, I think. She didn't seem to happy with him at school next time I saw her) was there with him, and she seemed really upset.

While I try to remember, I've enrolled in Paul's school. The priest there seemed very sympathetic, and vaguely familiar. The feeling in my mind and heart that I need to remember something, that I'm missing a piece of me, is very strange, not to mention annoying. What's even stranger is how Paul's ex, Suze (or is it Susan? Or Suzie? Or Suzanne? Something doesn't seem right about any of those names) seems so upset around me. She hardly talks to me, and never looks me straight in the eye. Some people are shy like that, but she isn't around anyone else.

What's even more strange is that recently, I've been having dreams about her. Suze, I mean. Nothing really happens in them. We're just in her room, talking, usually. At least, I think it's her room. But what was more than having dreams about her, was the feeling I felt around her. I felt complete, happy, calm, and, most of all—some emotion I couldn't grasp or describe.

I had just had a particularly strange dream, where I had actually placed my hands on her face—two glowing hands, for some reason—and kissed her, and was obviously a little bit confused. I picked up my girlfriend, Kelly, but was lost in thought and only kissed her lightly then didn't pay attention to her blather on the way to school. She eventually noticed.

"Jesse, what's with you?" she said in a very annoyed fashion. "Are you even listening to me?" After 3 weeks or so of dating, her charm had begun to wear off. In fact, I am trying to remember why I even started dating her.

"Uh… sorry. Just thinking," I muttered, pulling into the mission parking lot.

"What about?"

"What? Oh. Nothing. Just a dream I had last night. It was just really weird." She frowned, but let it drop.

Once in the courtyard, I saw Suze sitting alone on a bench near the fountain, gazing into space with a sad expression on her face, apparently lost in thought. Kelly had to talk to Mr. Walden about something for Student Council, so I gave her a quick kiss before she pranced off. I was about to go see what was the matter with Suze, but suddenly she stood up and walked out of the courtyard, and down a small path.

Curious, I followed her. She seemed oblivious to me, and soon I found ourselves in the Mission Cemetery. Suze stopped at a grave stone, rested her fingers on it lovingly, then sighed. "I should never have trusted him," I barely heard her murmur, talking, it seemed, to the stone. "Then I wouldn't have lost you."

"Susannah?" I heard Father Dominic call. Susannah? Something about that name seemed strikingly familiar and comfortable. "Someone said they saw you come this way. What are you doing here? I need to speak with you." He emerged from another path. I still stood, hidden by the early morning shadows and trees. He saw where she was, and sighed. "Susannah. You must move on," he said, in a gently but forceful manner. She wiped her eyes with her jacket.

"I can't, Father D. You know I've tried," she whispered. He sighed again, then ushered her back to his office. What was going on?

After they were a safe distance away, I went to go see the grave stone she was so interested in. As soon as I was able to read the carving, I froze. "Here Lies Hector "Jesse" De Silva, Beloved Son, Brother, and Friend." Jesse De Silva? That was my name. But he died in 1850. I shook it off. Weird coincidence, I thought. But then I wondered. Suze could never have known him. He died more than 125 years before she was born. But why did she seem so heartbroken?

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