An Remember that warning in the beginning of this story?

**Ambrose.**

I awoke in my room.
Not a field or Forrest or just outside of Milltown. Nor a large cage high up in the air surrounded by ankle biters.
In my room. In the palace of the north.

I could tell, too by the clear and concise flow of my thoughts that the surgery had been a success.
Beside me, DG gave a contented sigh and wiggled closer. She was wrapped in a large tattered brown coat I recognized as belonging to me once.
I smiled.
And then.
I remembered.

I looked sadly at the young woman beside me.
She had fallen asleep awaiting my return to consciousness. Waiting to meet the mix of Ambrose and Glitch that I now was.

She was kind and brave and beautiful and oh so clever. It was no wonder the he that was me had fallen in love with her.

That was when I wanted it.
I wanted the he that was me to be who I was again.
Take away the knowledge of what was and live only with the could be.
Should be.
And given half a chance, would be.
It was five minutes after the first tear fell before I realized I was crying.
And I wished with all my heart I could love her.

DG.
My beloved.