She needed him. She remembered the first time she saw him, a small ,twelve year old, boy. Now he was gone. Disappeared into thin air. She now knew where he was, but oddly the thought didn't calm her. Just like when Jason arrived, he had no memories of anything. She remembered the night before he had disappeared. They had arrived at camp thinking they had all the time in the world. He had walked her to her cabin and kissed her goodnight before departing for his cabin. She had whispered "I love you" to his retreating figure, knowing he wouldn't hear, but hoping he would. Now he was gone. She was alone, but yet, she was surrounded by friends. And the thought that hurt her the most, was that he didn't remember her. He didn't remember Tyson, Grover, or all his friends that had died in the war. By now he probably had a girlfriend, and she wondered if she would be remembered