Once Kurt left slamming the door, I went to the bedroom and laid down on the bed in an unsuccessful attempt to get some rest. I was rolling in bed thinking about all that had happened in the last hours. I still can't believe I was capable of doing all these things to myself. Tattooing my body, inducing me amnesia, changing my life completely... Who in their right mind would do something like that?

Kurt has reasons to be annoyed by all this, but I'd like he put himself in my place for a moment. I'm as confused as him. In the last weeks he has been the only one I can rely on. He has endeavored to help me find out about my past. And if that wasn't enough, a doubt about if I'm Taylor Shaw or not continues hovering in the air.

At one point, I find myself wondering if I was better before or after Oscar showed up. Somehow I was beginning to feel at peace. My relationship with Tasha, Reed, and Patterson was improving, I already felt comfortable among them. It was as if I were part of the team. However, now all this could be ruined. By the way in which Kurt get out of here, I was almost sure he was telling everything to Mayfair. I also was sure that it would take him time to talk to me again. He may ignore me for a long period. How could he trust someone like me?

At the same time I try to understand Weller's point of view, I think about me. I was confused and still am. Knowing I was the one who had planned this makes me forget some theories which hovered over my head about who did this to me.

I also think about the consequences of my meeting with Oscar. If Kurt went to

Mayfair and told her everything, he would probably be removed from the mission. It'd be hard dealing with it. Since the day that I appeared in Times Square, naked, and with his name tattooed on my back, it was him who has given me more support. At weekends, when we don't see each other, he texts me to check up on me and see if I need anything. I really appreciate his concern, it means a lot to me. And after our kiss I hoped things would change; and they have changed, but not the way I wanted.

"You can trust the man who's showing you this video. His name is Oscar and he's here to help you. I know you're confused and I know you want to find out who did this to you...". I couldn't get that video out of my mind. I was more than confused. All I wanted was to know why I had done this to myself.

My thoughts are interrupted by knockings on the door. Before I get out of bed, I

check the time and I'm surprised to see it's 21:00. I spent all day in bed and didn't realize it. Staggering I go to the door and open it. When I put my eyes on the person standing in front of me, my heartbeat accelerates. There he was, Kurt, staring at me with his deep blue eyes, they showed a little sadness and tiredness. In one hand he carried a bag and in the other, a pizza box.

— We need to talk. — he says with a firm voice.— May I enter?

I didn't answered, just nodded and allowed him to come in. When he walked by me, I could smell his scent . I closed the door and stay there for a moment to take a deep breath before turning to face him. He left the bag and the pizza on the table and turned to face me. I waited for him to say the first word.

— Listen, I know I was rude and childish behaving the way I did. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was a fool for having ignored your feelings. I know how hard this has been for you. — He pauses and puts a hand on his nape, he's nervous. I listen silently leaning against the wall. — But I hope you understand how difficult it has been for me. I don't understand why you have chosen me for this, I think you don't even know it yet, but we'll figure this out together. — He approached me and puts his hands on the side of my arms. The contact of his skin with mine caused a kind of jolt, making me shudder.

— Is this a truce? — I ask looking at him in the eyes.

— Yes, Jane. A truce. — Kurt says and, when I least expect it, he wraps my body with his arms. I close my eyes feeling his touch and lean my head on his chest. — We'll be fine, I promise.

We stood there, in the middle of the room, embraced to each other. I feel relaxed in his arms. I wish I could spend more time like this. It was as if for a moment, all our problems would disappear.

After a moment we release the hug, and he lovingly holds my arms once again

— I brought pizza and beer for you. — He says and I let out a little smile..

— You know you didn't have to do this.

— It was the least I could do for you

We sat on the couch and start to eat. I'm more interested in drinking. I haven't ate much lately. There are so many problems that eating is the last thing I think about.

I'm concerned about if he told Mayfair the latest developments or not, but I decide not to ask directly.

— How are the investigations going?

— I still don't know. — He replies, looking at me after taking a sip of his beer.

— How's that?

— After I got out of here, I didn't go there. I just took my car and drove. I needed to think a little.

— I see... — I agree, confused about that type of attitude coming from him. As far as I know, Kurt had never been the irresponsible kind.

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my cellphone. I get up and go to where I left it; at the head of my bed. The caller ID shows it's Tasha.

— Hey Tasha. — I say

Jane? How's everything going? — Her voice shows concern.

— I'm fine... Did something happen? — I ask, forgetting what had happened earlier.

You and Weller disappeared and we didn't have any news. We couldn't contact either of you…

— Oh, we're fine. It must be something wrong with our phones.

Do you have any news of him?

— Kurt's fine, too. — I answer and I look towards where he is, still sitting on the sofa, his eyes are on me. — He's here.

I hear some giggles and feel my face blushing, I know what she's thinking. But given the time, it was normal that she would be thinking that.

Now I'm sure everything's fine. — She says playfully and I roll my eyes smiling. — I Have to hang up. Good night, and take care, you two.

I say goodbye and hang up the phone.

I return to the living room and sit down next to Kurt again.

— It was Tasha. She wanted to know about us. — I say. — She said she couldn't contact you today, so she got worried.

— My phone's battery is dead. Sawyer used it to play yesterday. — He says and I smile as I recall his nephew. — Jane, it's getting late and you need to rest. I'd better go.

— Kurt...— I say softly — Can you stay here today? — I ask shyly.

He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes and smiles. — Yes, I'll stay. — He answers with a soft voice. — I'll sleep here on the couch.

— Okay, I'll get a pillow for you. — I return to my room and pick up a pillow and some blankets.

While I'm there, alone, I find myself wondering how good it would be if we could share that big bed in which I spend my lonely nights. I shake my head in an attempt to ward off the thought and go back to the living room. He was in the kitchen throwing the empty bottles and storing the pizza leftovers.

I leave the pillow and the blankets on the couch.

— Here's everything. If you need anything else just tell me.

— Thanks. — He says looking at me. — Have a good night.

Once again I was surprised by his arms wrapping around my body and his lips pressing a kiss on the top of my forehead. I'm a little confused when he releases the hug, I smile and wish him good night.

— Good night, Kurt.