Bright light. High nasty sound like somebody is scratching on metal. Juliet wakes up.
She remembers that she beat a bomb. She remembers how she was swept by the light. But how on earth had she ended up here?
She looks around. She is in the bedroom. The curtains are raised and the sun lights up the room. The phone rings on the bedside table.
She picks up the phone.
-Hello-
-Hello, Doctor- she hears a male voice. That's Him!
-Hi-
-I was phoned by the LAPD. Looks like they have new clues. The detective asked me to come to the station as soon as possible, but I'm busy now... -
-Don't worry. I'm able to come to the police station on my way in. - she says reassuringly.
It will be better that way, because it will give her time to recover and sort through her memories. - I'll call you when I've done there.-
-Thanks-
She hangs up, stands up and leaves the room.
House. Hers and not hers at the same time. She doesn't remember it, but knows exactly where everything should be. Just as she knows all the facts about her life, but doesn't remember what she felt.
How can it be possible? Is she going mad? She'd have died in that hole, yet she woke up in the bedroom of her luxury house. But it was so real!
Juliet shakes her head, trying to put her thoughts in order. It's just a dream, nothing more. One can't live two lives simultaneously. But her inner voice whispers, "Remember. You were happy. "
- All right - she begins to speak aloud. - But it means that someone else has to remember that life. Then why doesn't he remember? Definitely, it's just a dream .-
Reassured, Juliet returns to the normal rhythm of her life. Jogging. Free. And now she is ready for a new day.
She's going to the police station. There should be a piece of paper with a detective's name somewhere in her purse, the detective who is in charge of the case of the burglary of their apartment, but she can't find it.
...
-Hi, we were called and were asked to come, because of some new facts in our case.-she tries to explain the attendant.-Our house was robbed 2 weeks ago.
The Officer on duty, a very young man, shuffles through some papers, unsure of what he needs to do. He was almost beet red, due to his embarrassment.
-Hello – There is a voice behind her.
Juliet turns around and sees a short, stocky Asian man. He smiles at her.
-You must be Mrs. Shepard. We were told that you would come instead of your husband. -
Juliet smiles embarrassed, examining the speaker on the sly. Something about him seems strangely familiar.
-Come with me. By the way, I'm Detective Straume. Guess you were talking with my partner previously.-
They enter the room. A man stands to greet them. Apparently the partner, whom she already should have seen and probably saw, but doesn't remember because of the mess in her head.
-Mrs. Shephard. Thank you for coming in so quickly.-detective says and smiles at her.
That smile! She had already seen it.
Her world turns upside-down. So her carefully created confidence, that this world is the only real one, breaks down just by looking into his eyes.
-James- She whispers.
-Yes- he looks at her in amazement, but then his face becomes anxious. -Are you all right, ma'am? -
-Miles, bring her some water- he tells his partner and again gently leans toward her.- Ma'am? Mrs. Shepard? Can you hear me? -
Juliet sits motionless, unable to say anything. He is here, directly in front of her. He is alive, unharmed, the same James she remembered. She is so happy to see him. Just looking at him, it's all she needs.
He is concerned and she is the reason. "Don't worry. I am fine. "- She wants to tell him.-" Everything will be fine if you're with me. "
-I'm okay – she finally says.
-Are you sure? Maybe it will be better to postpone our meeting? -
-No, no. I'm alright .-
-Ok. Then let's proceed.-
He is telling something, but she isn't listening to him. Now she doesn't doubt the reality of what she had seen before. She doesn't know how, but she was given a second chance.
–Ma'am? -
Apparently lost in thought, Juliet missed a question.
-Maybe you're right, we should postpone the meeting - she says. Anyway she is unlikely to be able to remember anything now.
-Of course. Miles drive Mrs. Shepard home .-
-That isn't necessarily- she resists, but in vain.
- I don't think that your husband would be happy to know that we allowed you to drive home in this state.-
Husband! She forgot about him. Mrs. Shepard. For him she is only Mrs. Shepard, a totally strange woman, whose burglary he is investigating. Nothing more. So dry. She's not a part of his life. Miles is, but she isn't. She'll never lose him, because she never had him.
Miles is leading her to the door. She throws a last glance at James. Why is it always that way in her life? Why is she living with the one who left her, rather then with the one who saved her?