You cloud up your mind with old valentines.

- "Who Will I Be Tonight?" by Gold Motel

Andy pulled his cell phone from his pocket as it vibrated with a new text message as he walked down the streets of New York. He opened it and was that the message was from Zeke. It was probably about the procedure they were performing that night.

"Ouch!"

Andy looked up. A girl was rubbing her arm.

"My bad," Andy apologized, "Totally wasn't watching where I was going."

She smiled, "It's cool."

"Hey," Andy paused, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Nope, I don't think so," she paused, "You do look sort of familiar, though. Do you live in the city?"

"Yeah. We've probably just seen each other around, I guess. I'm Andy."

"I'm Kelly. Nice to officially meet you."

"Yeah. Maybe I'll run into you again," Andy smiled, "Not literally, though. Sorry about that."

She laughed, "Don't worry about it."

Evening came about, and another day at work was over. Most of the employees of Recollection Publishing had already left; Holly and David were the last two there. They walked out to the parking lot together.

"Hey, David!" a voice called out as they reached their cars, "David Wallace. Fancy seeing you here, huh?"

David turned around, "Hi Michael."

"How's it hanging – oh my gosh. Holly."

Holly stared at the man who was standing on the sidewalk. He was of average height. His hair was black, and he had an incredulous look on his face. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, and she wondered if he was overheated in the warm weather that they were having. She felt inexplicably drawn to him.

Suddenly, he grinned, "Are you real, or are you a Hollygram?"

"Pardon me?" she asked, surprised at the question.

He faltered, "It's…that was my nickname for you. Don't you remember?"

She shook her head, and he looked heartbroken.

"I'm sorry," Holly said sincerely, "Have we met before?"

"Of course we have!" Michael exclaimed, looking distressed, "We were like soup snake – soul mates. You were my best friend. We dated."

"You don't remember, Holly?" David asked, sounding concerned, "It was when you worked in Scranton."

Michael suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Why are you with her, David? Are you dating her? It's not like you haven't stuck yourself into our situation before. I mean, I forgave you and you're my friend, but that was an absolutely sucky thing to do, what you did."

"I'm not dating anyone," Holly said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, "He's my boss."

"Hollygram, you really don't remember me at all?" Michael asked softly, his eyes wide.

"I've never met you!" she exclaimed, sounding exasperated and scared.

Michael looked heartbroken.

"Holly, we should get you home," David looked worried.

"You have to remember, Holly, you have to!" Michael cried out.

"Michael," David said firmly, "We need to get going, but hopefully we'll be in touch, alright?"

"Right," Michal said dejectedly. As he started walking down the sidewalk again, he looked absolutely shocked, utterly sad, and a little frightened.

"David?" Holly sounded nervous, "I don't trust myself to drive right now.

"Do you want me to go up with you?" David asked Holly as they neared her apartment building. She was sitting in the passenger seat, wringing her hands.

Holly nodded.

They took the elevator up to her floor. They reached her apartment and went inside, sitting down on the couch.

"I don't know what just happened," she said, "Who was that man? And why don't I remember any of this?"

"That was Michael Scott. You were co-workers in the Scranton Branch of Dunder Mifflin. You don't remember Scranton at all?"

"No."

"You worked there in 2008, for about six months," David told her, "You were Toby Flenderson's replacement.

"What else? David, tell me more."

"Holly, I don't know if I'm the best person to do so."

"Why not? I trust you. You've been there for me. You gave me a job when I needed one. And I know you're objective and honest and you'll tell me the truth. I feel so helpless not remembering."

He sighed, "Ok. But I have to tell you, I was involved in some of the things you don't remember. I'm not just a narrator here; I'm a player in this story."

She nodded.

"It was about May of 2008," David began, "Toby Flenderson was the HR Rep for the Scranton Branch, and he was moving. You were transferred to Scranton from Nashua."

She nodded a second time.

"Like Nashua, Scranton was one of the branches that I oversaw during my time at Dunder Mifflin. That's how I know what I know. Anyway, I don't know a lot of the details about the time you were working in Scranton. What I do know is this: you dated Michael, the man we saw back there. I'm not sure for how long, but I found out in about November. And…it was a workplace relationship, and the two of you hadn't reported it to corporate, and I'm not proud of it now, but I had you transferred back to Nashua."

"How could I forget five months of my life like that?"

"I don't know, Holly," he sounded concerned and sympathetic.

They sat in silence for awhile. Holly felt as if she literally had a million questions to ask.

"Tell me about him," she said, "Tell me about Michael."

"Michael Scott. He's," David paused, "a character. He's a good guy. It would be best if you go to know him again yourself rather than listen to me talk about him."

She again nodded for the umpteenth time that night, looking dazed.

Later that night, David Wallace was sitting in his front room, alone. His wife and children had gone to bed hours ago, but he was reflecting on all of the events of that night. He worried about Holly and wondered why she had forgotten the way she had. Suddenly, the phone rang. He picked it up, wondering who would call so late.

"David? It's Michael Scott."

"Michael, hi. Listen, I know this evening was strange."

"Yeah. I hope this doesn't make me sound stalker-ish, but I looked you up in the phone book. I had to talk to someone about this stuff."

"Of course, Michael," David further explained the events of that night, "Holly's been working for my company. She's our HR Rep. I had no idea that she had forgotten Scranton until tonight."

"That is scary. It's awful."

"I agree."

"Do you think she's going to be ok?"

"I hope so. She said she was going to make an appointment with a doctor."

"Jeez, I wonder how she forgot. I wonder what it was that cause her memories to vanish like that. Anyway, David, are you guys buddy-buddy now? I was hoping you could tell me…what happened to her? I mean, not the forgetting, but something else."

"I'm not sure I know what you're getting at, Michael."

"She was sad…I could see it in her eyes. She's got sad eyes, David. She didn't always have those."

"I hadn't noticed."

"Oh, yeah. I remember she used to have this happy sparkle in her eyes. But that's gone now. Her eyes just looked sad."

"I wish I had answers for you."

"Poor Hollygram. Something terrible must've happened to her," Michael was quiet for a few moments,

"Hey David?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think she would freak out if I called her?"

"I actually think that the best way for her to remember what she's forgotten is to spend time with you," David said, "I wouldn't call her tonight, though. She's got a lot to think about."

"Ok. Thanks, David."

"I'll talk to you later, Michael."

The next morning, Holly sat in her doctor's office, hugging her knees and looking nervous. There was a knock on the door, and the doctor entered.

She smiled, "So Ms. Flax, what's the reason for your visit today?"

"I…I think I'm suffering from some form of amnesia."

"What makes you say that?"

"I was talking to a friend yesterday, and I realized that there was a period of about six months in my life that I'd forgotten."

"When you say forgotten…"

"I have no recollection of it at all. No memories. Nada."

"And when was this period of time?"

"About four years ago."

"Alright, well, we'll run some tests and see what could have caused this…"

"Holly, how are you?" David asked as he answered his phone.

"I have retrograde amnesia, according to my doctor. She couldn't figure out any apparent cause, and there's no treatment," Holly sighed, "On the bright side, there's no sign that this will happen again, per say. I was supposed to call a close friend or family member to go through the history of my life with me to see if I'd forgotten anything else, which I did, and I remember everything else I'm supposed to. It's just Scranton that I have no recollection of."

"I suppose it's good that it's limited like that."

"Yeah. So anyway, David, do you still want me to work for you?"

"Of course I do," he said, sounding slightly surprised.

"Ok. I just wanted to double check. I mean, I don't wanna be in the middle of a staff meeting and just blank out," Holly wisecracked.

"No, don't worry," he assured her, "I'm not going to be letting you go anytime soon."

"Hey Z-man?" Andy asked.

"Yeah?"

"The other day I saw this girl, and I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere. Cheerful, talkative, Indian. Ring a bell?"

Ezekiel was quiet for a moment, then said, "No man, not at all. I don't remember you ever knowing a girl like that."

If Andy had been looking at Ezekiel at that moment, he would have seen an emotion pass through his features fleetingly. It looked suspiciously like guilt.