I don't often quote reviews, but when I do it's a quote like this:

"TO SEE THE IMPROVEMENT IS TO SEE THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN" -her-eyes-fiery-pinpricks

I literally laughed for the longest time when reading this! I keep laughing each time I read it!

If you thought last chapter was great, just wait and see what I've got in store for the next few chapters! I'm about to blow your minds guys (Hint...hint...). Stuff's getting real guys. I had to split up this chapter into 3 because it had so much stuff in it! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 13: The Walking Dead

November 23, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Buena Vista Power Plant

10 A.M.

Maybeck could not have been happier to be with Charlene at the power plant.

Ever since getting shot by that random guy back in Istanbul, Maybeck had done nothing but dream of her. He was having a hard time resisting the urge to kiss her every chance they were alone together—which had happened a lot since they both showed up in the forbidden district.

This morning, Wayne had suggested they clean up the mess at the old abandoned power plant a few minute's drive outside of the park, which Wayne had called "Magic Kingdom." Honestly, Maybeck didn't see anything "magical" about it. If it was truly "magical," he would have gotten his memories restored already.

Maybeck opened the door for Charlene, wincing at the pain in his side, but trying his hardest not to show it on his face. He hadn't told any of his friends that he had been shot—except for Willa, but she had guessed that he was injured, which was different.

"Thank you," she said as she slipped into the building. She pulled out the sticky note that had Wayne's map drawn on it with a red pen. He had specifically asked for the control room to be cleaned today—something about using it later for their plan.

Maybeck wasn't a clean freak, but seeing how messy the power plant was, he had the sudden urge to become one, just this once. The easiest way he could explain the mess was to say that a ton of people had left in a hurry, making sure to knock over everything on their way out. Chairs were thrown around, papers spread all over the place, lighting fixtures dangling at strange angles.

He had a strange feeling he had seen a scene similar to this in a movie or television show once. The word "walkers" came to mind, but he didn't know why. He was pretty sure nobody had "walked" out of this building.

Charlene stopped at a door at the end of the hallway and faced Maybeck.

"This is it," she said to him. She seemed just as scared as he was. Maybe they had watched the same show together.

"What are you waiting for?" He motioned to the doorknob. "Go ahead and open it."

Charlene knitted her eyebrows. "I…this place…it seems familiar."

Maybeck glanced behind him at the creepy hallway. "It looks like something out of a TV show or movie."

He glanced back at Charlene and saw her deep in thought. "Yeah," she looked him in the eye. "It does look like it came straight out of a movie. But that's not what I was talking about."

"Oh you mean, like…you think you've been here before?"

Charlene nodded and opened the door. Inside, the control room looked untouched.

"Why did he ask us to clean up this room if it's already spotless?" Maybeck crossed his arms in frustration. "I'll never understand that crazy old man."

Charlene knit her eyebrows in frustration and put her hands in her jacket pockets. Both of them heard the crumbling of paper in the silent room. Charlene pulled her hand out of the pocket, revealing a crumbled up piece of paper.

"This wasn't here before," Charlene muttered as she opened it up.

"What does it say?" He asked her as he moved to look over her shoulder as she read the note.

"Find the fob." Charlene glanced back at Maybeck. "What does that mean?"

Maybeck reached over her shoulder and took the note, stretching his arm a little bit too far. He could feel the wound on his stomach muscle open up. He could feel the blood rushing out, the red color spreading on the giant bandage across his stomach.

Maybeck let out a grunt as he stumbled back, running into the desk.

"Maybeck!" Charlene yelled as she hurried over to him. Maybeck swatted her hand away as she reached for his stomach. "What's wrong?"

"It's…it's nothing," he winced at the pain talking as causing him.

"No it's not. Let me see." She lifted up his shirt, despite his desperate attempts at swatting her hand away. Her beautiful blue eyes went wide when she saw the bandage.

"Maybeck," she said in a quiet whisper. "What happened?"

"I…" He took a shaky breath. "I...got shot."

Before she could ask anymore questions, he decided to beat her to the punch.

"I was trying to fake my death. One…one of the rebel soldiers was…was going t-t-to pretend to shoot me, but…but someone got to me first."

"Do you know who it was?" Charlene wasn't looking at the wound anymore. Her eyes were locked on his. Maybeck shook his head. "Oh Maybeck, why didn't you say anything?"

"I…I didn't want to worry you."

Charlene sighed, probably out of frustration. He couldn't tell, for his vision was beginning to blur.

"I'm worried now," she mumbled, her eyes still locked on the bandage. "Your little trick didn't work."

Maybeck shifted on the desk and winced at the pain. Charlene's hands hovered over the bandage.

"I…I should take this off, so I can," she gulped, "see how bad your wound is."

She started to pull off the wound, but Maybeck put a hand on top of hers, stopping her.

"Charlene, stop."

Charlene looked up at him with a confused look. "Maybeck, I—"

"I've been dreaming about you for almost a year now," Maybeck blurted out before he could stop myself.

Charlene moved back a few inches. "What?"

Maybeck took another shaky breath and continued. "There's something about you that seems so familiar, Charlene. I can't help but…think that you and I…were meant to be together."

Charlene shook her head. Maybeck noticed a tear forming in her left eye. He wanted nothing more than to wipe it away, but he couldn't gain the strength to do so.

"Maybeck?" She asked him in a barely audible whisper. "What are you suggesting?"

Maybeck studied her. He couldn't tell if what he wanted to do was something she wanted. He summoned all of his courage, took another shaky breath and went for it.

"This. " He picked up his right hand and placed it on the back of her neck, pulling her close to him. He pressed his lips on hers.

Maybeck had kissed girls before, but none of the kisses were like this.

The first few seconds were pure magic, something he couldn't have even dreamed of. But after that, the memories came flooding back.

He remembered moving in with his Aunt Jelly at age four. He remembered trying out for the toothpaste commercial and not getting the gig, but being thankful for that later when he became a DHI. He remembered the first time he got stuck in SBS in Space Mountain and how hopeless he felt. He remembered the time that Charlene was under a spell and Philby had encouraged him to kiss her to break it, since neither Philby nor Finn had the guts to do so. He remembered asking her out two months after the cruise and how their relationship had been the best seven months of his life. He remembered Charlene's junior prom, when Willa had forced them to go together and how they had started dating a few days afterward. He remembered the day he left for the army and how passionate her kiss had been. He remembered the day the light bulb turned on and he realized that she was the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with. He remembered watching her win a gold medal at the Olympics in London, only to propose the second he saw her. He remembered the night she broke off the engagement—but he didn't want to think about that. He remembered promising to find her, just before Maleficent had cursed them all.

He pulled back from the kiss and stared at Charlene, the girl he was hopelessly in love with. He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her cheek.

She smiled back at him, placing her hand on top of his.

"Terry," she whispered. They were only a few inches from each other's faces.

"Charlie," he whispered.

"You found me, just like you promised."

"I don't make promises I don't intend on keeping."

Charlene leaned in the rest of the way, kissing him once more. They hadn't kissed like this since before she broke off the engagement—over a year ago.

She pulled back with a new expression on her face. Her eyes were flickering with recognition and a smile was growing fast on her face.

"Oh my gosh! I remember why this place looks so familiar!"

Maybeck pulled back a little bit, a confused expression growing on his face.

"You said this place looked familiar, like you had seen it in a movie or something?"

Maybeck sat up, trying not to wince at the pain. "I know where I've seen it before, Charlie. We've been here before. Remember that night we crossed over here to stop the Evil Queen and Cruella deVil from turning the power off and freeing Maleficent and Chernabog?"

Charlene rolled her eyes and waved off what he had just said. "The hallways that we just walked through look like a scene out of one of our favorite TV shows!"

Maybeck raised an eyebrow. Where are you going with this Charlene?

When he didn't say anything, Charlene threw up her hands in frustration. "It looks like the hospital in the first episode of 'The Walking Dead' out there! You know how Rick just wakes up in the hospital? The hallways outside look like that very scene!"

Maybeck thought it over and suddenly the light bulb clicked on. Charlene was right. Maybeck started laughing. The fact that of all the things she could say to him after remembering who they were, she picked the Walking Dead.

How did I ever let this girl get away?

Finn was sitting on one of the benches outside of the China pavilion in EPCOT. It had been a few months since he had given everyone the black envelopes. Now all he had to do was wait.

By now, Finn had found out that he was horrible at waiting. He wanted nothing more than to go back to Barcelona and get his wife back, but he knew that couldn't happen.

He wanted someone, anyone, to come and join him in his misery. He hated being alone. If the plan didn't work, and his friends never remembered, he would have to be like this for all eternity.

Once upon a time, Maleficent had told him there was a fate worse than death, and this was certainly one of them.

"You look lonely. Mind if I join you?"

Finn looked up and saw his best friend Dillard standing in front of him. He looked the same as he did the day he died—almost ten years ago—except he didn't have the hole in his stomach where Finn had stabbed him.

"What? How?"

"I'll take that as a yes then?" Dillard asked with a smile. Finn nodded, still confused as ever, and Dillard sat down on the bench next to him.

"How is this possible right now?" Finn kept blinking, assuming that his best friend would disappear as fast as he had appeared.

Dillard shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." He turned to face Finn. "Can't you and I just talk? Do we have to figure out how I'm here?"

"Okay," Finn was still confused. "Uh…how's it going?"

Dillard rolled his eyes. "Wow you're just sad."

Finn threw up his hands in frustration. "What am I supposed to say? You've been dead for ten years Dillard!"

"Well start with the fact that you finally married Amanda!" Dillard punched him in the arm. "It took you long enough!"

"Wait, you know about that?"

Dillard gave him a dude-are-you-serious-right-now look. "I'm dead! I know everything!"

"Oh, 'cause that makes sense."

"It does!" Dillard stood up and offered Finn a hand. "Now come on, let's take a walk. I'm tired of sitting around."

"Uh, okay," Finn said as he stood up without Dillard's help. "So what do you want to talk about?"

Dillard shrugged as he started walking back toward the entrance of the park. "What do you want to talk about?"

Finn swallowed. All the guilt he had taken so long to get over came crashing back in a matter of milliseconds.

Dillard glanced his way, immediately seeing what Finn was thinking. "No, Finn, don't you start!"

"Dillard," Finn felt tears forming in his eyes. "I killed you for crying out loud! At least let me attempt an apology!"

"But you didn't kill me!"

"I was the one who stabbed you! I felt the knife go in! I felt the life leave your body!"

"Finn—"

"She wanted me to stab you, and it worked! Do you understand how guilty I've felt for the past ten years?"

"Finn—"

"It took me years to get the image of you dying in my arms out of my nightmares! I mean they still come back, but at least they're not as frequent. I can't expect you to forgive me, but I…I…"

"FINN!"

"What?" Finn faced him, tears streaming down his face.

"I knew it wasn't you that killed me. Tia Dalma tricked you, that's all."

"That's all?" Finn thought he would explode.

"No, Finn, but you need to realize that I didn't mind dying."

Finn stared at his friend with wide, confused eyes.

"Finn," Dillard lowered his voice to a whisper. "I…I knew she was going after you, that's why I let myself get taken. I knew that if it came to me or you, that I would have to be the one to die."

"How did you know that? How come you thought my life was worth more than yours?"

"Because you're supposed to save all of freakin' Disney, man! Wayne knew that back then! He didn't ask me to die for you, but he suggested it might come up."

"And you just believed him?"

"Finn, he didn't have to say anything. You are my best friend. Of course I would have died for you. That wasn't the hard part."

"Then…then what was?"

"Trying to do it behind your back."

"Why—"

"Because you would have tried to stop me. And if you had it would have done more bad than good!"

Finn took a shaky breath, letting all this information sink in. Dillard placed a hand on his shoulder and Finn pulled him into a hug.

"I miss you man. It's hard without you."

Dillard laughed, which seemed out of place, but Finn missed his laugh so much. "You're doing just fine without me! You've got Amanda, dude! Tell me marrying the hottest girl alive is miserable."

Finn pulled out of the hug and rolled his eyes. "I thought you hated her?"

"I did at first, I mean she's still a girl." Dillard winked at Finn, causing Finn to laugh.

Dillard continued walking down the path toward the park's entrance. "So there's something I should warn you about, Finn."

Finn caught up to him. "And what is that?"

"That Maleficent's out for you dude."

Finn gestured to the abandoned park. "I kind of figured that out dude."

"No, I mean you specifically. She's going to make it really hard for you to beat her and save your friends."

"I kind of figured that out already."

Dillard stopped again and turned Finn to face him. "Finn, someone's going to die."

"How do you know this?"

"Like I said, dead people know everything."

"Okay, dead Dillard, tell me who it is then?"

Dillard punched him in the shoulder. "Dude, I can't tell you that!"

"Then why tell me someone's going to die?"

"I thought you would like to know beforehand, so you know what you're getting into."

Finn closed his eyes, trying to let all the information sink in. He opened them again and Dillard was gone.

November 23, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Polynesian Resort Hotel

3 A.M.

In her dream, Amanda had suddenly started falling down a pit. The bottom was clear and very, very near. Before she hit the bottom, she forced herself awake.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She hadn't been falling. It was all just a dream. She looked in front of her and saw Finn sitting at the foot of the bed, instead of sleeping soundly next to her. He had his head in his hands, mumbling something she couldn't make out.

She moved the covers off of her and scooted up to sit beside Daniel. No, Amanda, his name is Finn. You need to start calling him that.

Amanda put a hand on his back and started rubbing it slowly. "Everything okay Finn?"

Finn glanced up at her with a weak smile, which contrasted the tears slowly falling down each cheek. "You called me Finn."

"It's your name, right? Why wouldn't I?"

Finn shrugged. "You haven't done it until now."

"Well if it bothers you—"

"It doesn't," Finn leaned in a little closer and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. "I'd rather you call me Finn. It makes life seem almost back to normal."

Almost back to normal, Amanda repeated in her mind. He knew she couldn't remember her supposed past with him. She couldn't remember the Amanda that Finn had fallen in love with. Not only did it seem to break his heart, but it most definitely frustrated Amanda constantly. She wanted to remember more than anything. Finn reminding her that she hasn't remembered yet hit her like a ton of bricks.

Amanda turned her gaze to the floor, clasping her hands together and laying them in her lap. "What's wrong?"

Finn hesitated. Amanda figured he had no clue what she was talking about, but eventually he found his voice.

"I had a bad dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Amanda glanced over her shoulder and saw the time on the alarm clock. It was 3:08 in the morning. She sighed and turned to face Finn.

"Want to get some more sleep? We don't have anything to do until eleven. That's eight hours away."

Finn's gaze was locked on the floor. Eventually he shook his head, as if trying to shake the nightmare out of his head and scooted back in the bed to where he had been sleeping. He patted the spot next to him, motioning for Amanda to come back.

Amanda scooted back there and kissed Finn on the cheek before wrapping herself up in the sheets. Even though it was Florida, it was unusually cold for a November night. She wasn't sure where that thought came from, for she had only been in Florida for less than two weeks, but she believed it to be true. Amanda figured it was her past trying to creep back into her life, but something in her brain was blocking them, only letting small memories escape into her consciousness.

Amanda turned her body so that she was laying on her side. Finn laid down right next to her, draping his arm over her waist.

"You'll remember eventually, Amanda," Finn reassured her. Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

Amanda felt tears forming in her eyes. Not remembering her true identity was becoming a sore spot for her. "How can you be so sure? How can you be so optimistic about me remembering?"

Finn took a shaky breath, Amanda felt it on the back of her neck. "Because I have faith in you." He kissed the top of her head. "True love always wins, Amanda. That applies to me and you too."

Amanda closed her eyes and a few tears escaped down her cheek—but they fell at an awkward angle due to her laying on her side.

If they truly did love each other, how come she didn't remember him? It was the biggest question she couldn't solve. If Maleficent was truly the cause of this, Amanda was going to personally punch her in the face—repeatedly, if possible.

I hope you "Walking Dead" fans out there appreciated the reference. I just helped at a "Walking Dead" themed haunted house, so zombies were fresh on my mind. That's the beauty of this story. I can add in whatever references I want-as long as I have the disclaimer (I don't own anything associated with Walking Dead, by the way). It's wonderful!

So what do you think? Charlene and Maybeck remember now! Do you think they're going to get back together? I'll try to have the next chapter as soon as I can! Review and let me know what you think in the mean time!

Have a wonderful weekend!