"Stay RIGHT here Willow. You know you can't run from me so don't even try." JBL tells her as he opens the door to the limo. She knows he's right. "John…" she says before he steps out. "Yes darlin?" he says turning to her. She hands him his hat which he had left on the seat. "Thanks darlin." He says taking the hat from her and kissing the back of her hand. He and Orlando climb out of the limo leaving her behind.
A few minutes later the door opens and in slides a man clad in black. She recognizes him she's been close to him before. "Willow." A sly smile crosses his face. "Remember me?" he asks. She remembers him. She remembers his face remembers that it's rare to ever see him smile. She knows who he is, she knows his character but where in her life he fits she can't remember. "Probably not that's been a few years back. We'll quite a few. The accident took your memory and I was told to stay away from you." He says with a downtrodden look. She reaches a timid hand towards his face, wanting to feel wanting to remember wanting more than to just look at him. "How well do you remember?" he says taking her hand and leading it towards his face. "I know your character…you're the Undertaker…"
The sound of JBL laughing became audible enough for she and Taker to hear. "I've got to go." He says. "But…" she stammers. "During the show stand behind the curtain at the entryway into the ramp…I'll see you there." He said before slipping out of the car. JBL took his seat by her as usual, Orlando fallowing. "Have you been a good little girl while I was gone Willow?" he says using a voice that he would use with a small child. She rolls her eyes. "If being bored is being good." She glances out at the window thinking about the man who had slipped out of the car only moments ago. Remembering the scent of his cologne the feel of his skin against her own…where did he fit into her life?