A short ride through the South Carolina territory and they were at a secluded graveyard where she had told him to go. "Did you read the letter?" she asks him as they climb off the bike and settle on the steps of the mausoleum. "Yea I did. You got your memory back." He says. "Confusing bits and pieces." She replies sitting beside him. "I remember a Mark Callaway….high school basketball star." He half smiles. "I was a punk wasn't I?" he laughs. "High school loser." She rubs his shoulder. "You always had me and Glenn." "I sure did." He replies. "What else do you remember?" "My real name." she smiles. "And?" "My name is Helena Maria Rose." He nods. "I used to play a song for you all the time called 'My Maria'." "I remember." She says. "I lived in a single parent home my mother never did tell me who my father was." She adds. "Yup so I guess you know Scotty 2 Hotty isn't really your brother." "Yea I've been known that."
"I remember you lived in a Funeral home, your parents were morticians. Behind your house there was a big patch of woods. We'd hang out there everyday after school when we were kids. We'd built a small version of Stonehenge with a bunch of stones back there. You had learned about Druids and gotten a big druid robe. Glenn always sacrificed me and you'd resurrect me. The dark lord my savior. Then in high school if one of us was having a bad day or something we'd all meet at the Stonehenge." "Yea and there's a tree there somewhere with a heart carved in it with our names in it." He adds. "High school you were the outcast gothic girl and I was the golden boy that played every sport there was. I used to call you my tragedy." He smiled. "An unlikely couple we were."
"You were starting out with wrestling you had dropped out of basketball and then quit school. You were going to make it big then we were going to run away together and never look back." "I miss those days." He says. "Things were so much simpler." He looks her in the eyes. "Do you remember how much I loved you?" She looks down at her old grungy Chuck Taylors and shrugs. "I've changed a lot Maria but I still love you. I've searched for you ever since the day I was taken away and one day you just show up out of no where. I've had so much go wrong in my life I've screwed up so much but one thing remained constantly on my mind and it was you Maria." She pretends to examine her nails like they were the most interesting things in the world, not wanting to look him in the eyes. He lifts her chin up to look at him and studies her features for a moment. "Do you love him?" he asks.
"Love who?" "Him…JBL." She laughs. "Seriously? JBL? Are you kidding me? Only reason I'm marrying him is because I have to by law. There's no way out of it I've looked." She replies. "Would you trust me if I could find a way to free you from him? Would you trust me enough?" She searches his eyes for a moment, looking for any signs of him lying. Pain, love, softness is all she seen in his crystal clear green eyes. "I would."
"You were always the one to rescue me." She laughs. "You were always intelligent, brains behind the brawn. Glenn was sensitive he could read others emotions no matter what." She tells him, saying out loud for the first time the fragments she remembers. "And you were the artistic musician type. Always drawing or writing songs." He adds. "My tragedy."