For an hour, Jay Halstead was forced to watch his wife laugh, smile and remember her past memories with Bunny and Landon. He would give anything to share that moment with her. Jay wanted her to remember her life with him, but she hardly got the opportunity. Bunny would constantly bring up memories that she remembered…there was nothing past fourteen that she brought forth. Bunny steered clear of any bad memories, especially whatever incident caused for Lindsay to cut her mother off completely.

For a moment, Voight felt good. The moment they pulled into the parking lot, he thought memories of him would flood back; unfortunately they stopped completely the moment they walked in. The alterations of the diner and the fact that Bunny refused to give anyone a chance to speak pushed any and all thoughts of him and Jay to the back of her mind.
"I know you probably don't remember because of the accident," Annie brought up, interjecting herself into Bunny, Landon and Erin's conversation, "but I'm getting married, and it's not to Charlie," Annie cracked a smile, however Erin didn't get the joke, so Annie chose to continue, "anyway, before the accident you agreed to be my maid of honor. I want you to know that I understand if you want to-"
"I'll do it," Lindsay interrupted.

Her best friend was getting married, and regardless of whether or not she had her memories, she wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to create new, good memories. Before Erin could press on for more wedding information, Landon leaned over and whispered words into her ear. She listened to him intently as she watched the waitress clear their empty plates from the table. Lindsay glances at Jay, but immediately pulls her eyes away when eye contact was made. She was acting like a completely different person. He hardly recognized her anymore. She was acting giddy and bashful. Landon may have been flirting with her, but she was definitely being receptive to it.

Erin cleared her throat, and adjusted her body in the seat as Landon pulled away. She blushed lightly, and glanced down. Halstead cleared his throat, pulling in the attention of Erin and Landon. "So Jay," Lindsay smiled, giving him an ounce of attention, "tell me about your family."
"My parents are dead," he shrugs it off, eyeing Landon irritatingly, "and my brother's a doctor at Chicago Med. You actually met him at the hospital."
"Erin," Landon cleared his throat in order to gain her attention before she could respond to her husband, "Want to order dessert?" He gave her a wide grin, "My treat."
Lindsay thought to herself at the idea of free dessert. The dimples on her cheeks grew with the spreading smile on her face, "Yes."
"We can split it," he threw his hand into the air and waved for the waitress' attention.
Jay shook his head, "Nah, I think she should have it for herself." Erin turned to face her husband, the smile slipping from her face at the sound of his petulant voice, "She's a big girl. She doesn't need you ordering her dessert and sharing it with her. Erin loves dessert, I'm pretty sure she can finish it without any help from you."
"Can I speak to you outside Jay?"

Erin slid out of the booth and waited for Halstead to follow suit. She saw the nod of her mother's head and the sullen frown on Annie's face. Lindsay ignored Annie's disapproving look as she led Jay out of the diner. The bell rung over the entrance door as Erin pushed it open, "Jay," she sighed, walking down the diner's outside stairs, "you need to relax and calm down. If I knew you were going to act like this, I wouldn't have invited you. The way you're acting is really making everyone uncomfortable."
"I'm making everyone uncomfortable," he repeated, dubiously. He needed to make sure that he heard her right, "How am I making everyone uncomfortable? If anyone is uncomfortable, it's me! I'm being forced to watch you rekindle yourself with your old flame! How am I supposed to be calm when your boyfriend is flirting with you in front of your own husband?"
"He wasn't flirting with me."
Jay crossed his arms, "Don't be naïve Erin. It's not cute."
"Jay, I don't like this side of you," Lindsay took an uneasy step back.
"I don't want to argue," he drops his arms and sighs, "When we're near them, we argue. Let's just go home and forget about this…let's forget about them."
Lindsay kept her distance as she responded agitatedly, "I'm not ready to go home yet. I'm finally having a good time. I'm enjoying myself Jay. As my husband, you should understand that and want what's best for me. I'm not being pressured into remembering, and I can laugh and share stories with people who've experienced them with me."

Halstead shook his head, ignoring her words. She was still vulnerable. She just got released from the hospital a day ago. She wasn't thinking straight, and she didn't know what she was talking about. Right now, it may have seemed like the greatest idea, but he knew her, and he knew her old self, and the old Erin wouldn't have said any of that. As her husband, he did want and know what's best for her, and that is to steer clear of Bunny. She was always bad news.
"We can laugh and share stories together."
"but," she glanced down, "I don't remember any stories with you. I don't remember anything involving you. I don't remember you at all." Avoiding eye contact, she kicked a rock to the side and continued, "I want to stay with my mother for a few days."
"Babe, they're-"
"I'm not your babe!" Her voice grew louder as she asserted her words. Erin brought her hand up to her forehead and pressed it against her creased brows, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you, but I really wish you wouldn't talk like that. I barely know you. And you keep bringing up the fact that we're married, but Jay, I don't remember! I don't remember any of it! You're a stranger to me. We can talk about it all day long, but nothing will change…maybe if I stay with my mother for a few days-"
"I don't want to lose you." He set his hands upon her shoulders.
She shrugged him away from her, "then stop being so forceful and clingy."

Erin gave her husband one last look before going back into the diner. She noticed the establishment slowly clearing out of its customers. She approached the table, and slid back into the booth. Lindsay said nothing as she quietly began to eat into her dessert. Minutes later, Halstead entered the diner and rejoined them at the table.

Landon lifted a fork and took a bite out of Erin's slice of chocolate cake. He could feel Jay's eyes burning into his soul, but Landon truly didn't care. He was currently sharing a slice of hot chocolate cake with his ex-girlfriend. She was truly the one who got away. Lindsay swallowed her last bite, and chewed slowly, "Mom," she cleared her throat, "I think I am going to take you up on your offer of staying over for a few days. I think it's what's best."
"Wait," Voight interjected, shaking his head, "Erin, I can't allow that to-"
"Voight," Halstead shakes his head, cutting off his boss, "There's no changing her mind."

Hank said barely anything during the dinner, but the moment he heard Erin's plan, he couldn't stay quiet. He had to say something…anything, but it was all a bad idea. Voight couldn't allow for Erin to ruin her life, and living with Bunny will do just that. However, Hank trusted Jay with Erin, and regardless of how he felt, if Halstead didn't want him to try and change Erin's mind, he wouldn't. If this ruined Lindsay, Hank would never forgive Jay. Voight would never be able to look at Jay the same if this entire plan failed because her health and her life wasn't something he was willing to risk. Bunny's life is surrounded by drugs, alcohol and criminals. He took Lindsay from that environment for a reason, and he only hoped that while she may not have remembered anything he taught her, her common sense would be enough to keep her from falling under the peer pressure of Landon, Bunny and her friends.
"It'll be so much fun! I'm looking forward to this! Yes!" Bunny clapped her hands, excitedly, "Landon, you and I will have a blast sweetheart! I can promise you that," Bunny reached over and squeezed her daughter's shoulder gently; "We're looking forward to you staying with us."
"Landon," Voight spoke up before Halstead had the chance, "Is he staying with you too?"
"Yeah, he needed a place to stay until he can get on his feet."

Landon passed Erin a wink as she drank the remainder of her beverage. Lindsay rolled her eyes goofily as she slurped up the rest of her soda, "Stop," she laughed.
"Erin, maybe its best if you-"
Lindsay shook her head, "I'm staying with my mother Jay. I don't want to argue…not here. Please respect my wishes."
"Who's ready to go home?" Bunny clasped her hands together, "Landon offered to buy your meal sweetheart."
"He doesn't have to," Halstead asserted, pulling his wallet out of his pocket, "My wife and I have the money to cover our meal." Landon said nothing. He simply put enough money to purchase his and Bunny's dinner down upon the table. Jay covered himself, Erin and Voight.

As the group walked out of the diner, Voight tugged upon the sleeve of Erin's jacket. She nodded for her mother and Landon to continue walking, as she turned to face Hank, "You're not changing my mind."
"Why do you want to do this kid?"
"You have to look at things from my point of view," she spoke lowly, eyeing Jay as he hopped into the car, "I don't remember him. I barely remember you. And the only people I do remember are the ones that you two tell me I should keep my distance from." Erin shakes her head, "I find comfort with them Mr. Voight."
"It's Hank," he corrects.
"I find comfort with them Hank. Bunny and Landon don't force me to remember-"
"That's because they don't want you to!"

Voight released his grip on her jacket sleeve, "Just hear me out for a minute. You cut your ties with Bunny and Landon for a reason. You have to trust the choice that your old self decided! Don't be fooled by them again Erin. Please, get in the car with me and Jay."
"…maybe I need to go with them," she starts stepping away from Hank, "maybe I'll remember more. This could all work out for the best."
"What if it doesn't?"
She sadly takes a glance at her husband's eyes from inside the car, "…then it wasn't meant to be."