Christine paced restlessly across the living room. She felt agitated for a reason unbeknown to her. It couldn't be the fact that she was about to meet her future in-laws, and it couldn't be premarital jitters because she already went through those. What was it? Was it because of … Erik? She unconsciously touched the ring on her left hand finger. It wasn't the one he gave her, it was hers and Raoul's engagement ring. The one Erik gave her was long gone. She and Raoul were to be married soon, even if his relatives disapproved. The wedding date was already set.
Erik's name echoed in her mind. She missed his voice and woke up at night, thinking that she had heard it. Dreams of him plagued her mind and sometimes she woke up with tears in her eyes from them. Of course, she had to lie to Raoul or their meaning. They were supposed to be happy together, and so she will make the best of it. Even, she thought, now realizing the source of her agitation, if it was a doomed marriage.
Coffee as the only way Meg could go on. She had been up for more than two days and was becoming more fatigued. There were two dark circles under her eyes and her movements were becoming sluggish, but still, Meg could not sleep. It used to be because she was worried for his life, now, it was because she wasn't sure what to do about his memory loss. What should she tell him? And if he suddenly remembered who he was, what would he do? He had been asking questions ever since he regained consciousness.
Another frustrated howl escaped the bedroom and Meg made up her mind to go and talk to him.
Erik was sitting on the bed, his distorted face in his hands. He looked up at Meg when she entered. She noticed by the candlelight that there was fear and confusion in his eyes.
"How-?" he uttered, looking as pitiful as ever. At first, Meg couldn't understand what he was talking about, but then realized that it must be about the wounds and his face. She sat on the edge of his bed and looked straight into his eyes. She couldn't, she couldn't tell him the truth.
"It… it was an accident." Meg finally said.
"But, how?" he pleaded in return.
"I don't know. I didn't see it. Your house… it was… you fell and - "
Erik stared blankly at Meg's now worn out face. The thing that caught him was her eyes. Those dark eyes. There was something about them that he couldn't place. Then, another pair of eyes belonging to a different face flashed by in his mind, same dark eyes, but deeper, more beautiful and full of sorrow. He tried to catch them, but they were gone before he could.