I love the theories some of you have shared with me!

"Edward," I whisper just to make it real. To hear my own voice say it. To commit it to memory. Like saying his name out loud makes sure he can't take it back. "Edward."

"Wendy..." His smile is soft as his knuckles brush my blush again, so gentle that I don't even mind his nickname for me. His fingers tremble slightly. Whether it's because of trepidation or exhilaration, I'm not exactly sure. "That's the first time you've ever said it. My name that is."

I scrunch my eyebrows in thought. "How many times have I been here with you?"

"Almost every day since you got here."

I straighten up in surprise. "What? Really?"

"Yes," he says, shrugging his shoulders like it's no big deal.

"You brought me here almost every day…" I mumble to myself. "I can't believe I don't remember any of it."

"Woah, woah, woah! Wait a minute." He laughs, covering his face with his hands, the pink hue on his cheeks peeking through his fingers. "I didn't bring you here."

"What?"

"You followed me." He drops his hands, grabbing at mine again. "Every day you would find me."

"Oh my god." I groan, mimicking his earlier position and hiding behind my palms. "I did not."

He's filled with so much mirth as he tries to pry my fingers away from my blush. "It's okay. I didn't mind."

I dodge his efforts. "What did I do?"

"Mostly just sat there. Sometime Rosalie was here. Or Tanya. Or Jessica and Lauren. Sometimes we were alone. You were always lost in your own little world."

"Bella Time."

"What's that?"

"That's what Emmett calls it," I say, peeking through my fingers at him. "Bella Time."

He succeeds in pulling my hands away. Though if I'm honest with myself, I break and let him intertwine our fingers because I like the tingle that shoots through me when he does. "Don't worry. After hours of Bella Time, I always brought you back to your room with not a single hair harmed on your pretty head."

I laugh, smiling down at our hands. "It doesn't surprise me I guess. I wondered why I didn't see a lot of you, but I always felt safe around you."

He reaches up, tilting my head so that our eyes meet. "That's what you called me. Your green savior."

His finger holds my chin gently, so when I try to look away, he doesn't let me. I don't try very hard to escape his touch. "I can't believe all of this."

He smiles, soothing my burning cheeks. "Don't be embarrassed. I liked it."

"Edward…did you explain things to me?"

All emotion drops from his face, and a neutral look replaces them. But those green eyes of his remain intense. And even he knows how fierce they are when he throws his head back, groaning at the ceiling. "Yes. Sometimes I got so frustrated and would just pour everything out to you. I always hoped you would remember the next day, but you never did."

I squeeze his fingers, leaning forward and begging with my eyes. "Please tell me again. Please! I don't understand anything."

He shakes his head but more out of thought than no. "There's so much…"

"Anything. Tell me anything." I implore, mimicking his actions again, and tilting his chin back down. His gaze travels across my face, his eyes losing a bit of the intensity at what he sees. "Let's start with you then. Who are you? Why are you here?"

He takes a deep breath, holding it in for so long that I think he's not going to say anything, but then he releases it slowly in a low sigh, scratching at the back of his head in thought.

"My name is Edward Masen…Dr. Edward Masen, and I used to work here."