Amber and Jenkins blinked as they tried to get their bearings. They had felt that sensation of being pulled. They both still held onto the lantern.

"Where are we?" Amber asked as they both looked around.

They were in darkness; they couldn't see much of anything except each other. Jenkins looked around too.

"I don't know," Jenkins replied.

Amber looked down and noticed they were both holding onto the lantern. His hand so close to hers that it was practically touching. Jenkins looked down too. She pulled her hand away and suddenly their surroundings changed. Darkness pulled away and they were standing in a brightly lit large room. Amber recognized the place immediately, but Jenkins couldn't. Not yet.

"Oh," Amber softly said.

"Where are we?" Jenkins asked her as he explored the area.

She looked at him. She wasn't sure if the lantern was working since he didn't have any familiarity with the memory. In fact, she wasn't sure if this was her memory or his.

"It's the King Arthur classroom. This is when we met," Amber said. She looked around and spotted herself in the audience.

"Look, that's me."

Jenkins followed her eyesight to see a young Amber.

"You don't look a day older," Jenkins commented.

Amber blushed a bit but didn't reply.

Jenkins had the same strain of thought as he looked over to Amber, "Whose memory is this?"

She looked back to him, "I think it's yours. I'm not holding the lantern. But does any of this look familiar?"

Jenkins shook his head, "Nothing so fa-oh."

"What?"

Jenkins didn't reply as he was looking past her. She turned to look and her face paled.

They watched as an extremely younger version of Jenkins walked in the doorway. He wore jeans and a button up shirt. His black hair was long and swept over his forehead.

"I wore jeans?!" Jenkins exclaimed.

Amber laughed. She wasn't expecting him to complain about that. Jenkins looked at her. He hadn't heard her genuinely laugh.

"Of course, you did. This is the 70's Gal, all the old farts wore the suits," Amber said. Jenkins cleared his throat and looked away. Amber realized what she had called him. Her cheeks pinked in embarrassment.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Jenkins didn't reply as he just watched his younger self. Both watched as Jenkins went to sit by Amber. They had introduced themselves then the teacher came in. Darkness started creeping in and the surrounding changed. They stood there perplexed.

"I guess we only get glimpses of your memory," Amber said.

Jenkins was looking on the ground when Amber looked at him. He looked back up at her.

"I remember. I remember that day," Jenkins said.

Amber was surprised, "Really? What do you remember?"

"I…" Jenkins paused, "I remember how silly it was for the college to have that class. I knew the history of Arthur. I wanted to see what they would teach. But I didn't expect to see you. I remember seeing you there…I...wow."

Amber listened as he kept going.

"I was working in the Library. There was a clipping about this class. I needed to get out because suddenly just being in the Library was stifling. So, I volunteered to go instead of the Librarian. It wasn't a dangerous mission." Jenkins looked at Amber, "You…you distracted me from the mission."

"Me?"

"Yeah…I need another memory," Jenkins said. He couldn't talk more. There was more to what he said to Amber. He remembered the way his stomach had dropped when he first saw Amber. He lifted the lantern up, hoping he could get another memory started. But nothing happened.

"How am I supposed to get another memory? How does this work?" Jenkins was starting to get frustrated. "Come on!"

Amber watched as he shook the lantern. She went up to him and touched his hand that was holding the handle. "Hey, it's fine. I'm sur- "

Their surroundings changed so quickly that Amber and Jenkins were left dizzy. They could only watch as scenes kept changing on them.

"Here's the book you were looking for Gal," Amber said as she handed the book to Gal.

"Thanks darlin'," Gal replied with a smile. Amber smiled back in reply, her cheeks flushing.

"Wait, are you telling me that King Arthur is real? Like the Round table, and the sword?" Amber asked in disbelief.

They were both on her bed in the dorms. Gal had gone over to talk to her. He liked her so much that he wanted her to know the real him.

"Yeah, and Lancelot's my father," Gal replied.

She looked at him, "Lancelot? Gal…You're Galahad?"

Amber stood in the middle of her room as Gal towered over her. She could tell this was the moment. She felt too warm. His hand clasped hers and she smiled. Gal looked at her and leaned down. Their lips met in a kiss.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked fearfully.

"They know! They know about me," Gal exclaimed as he packed her bag.

"I don't understand," Amber said.

"I know. Remember what I told you about my job?"

Amber nodded, "That you work in some magical Library?"

"Yes. There's this group, this brotherhood. They setup this class purposely to get to me. I'm the son of Lancelot and an Immortal," Gal explained. "We need to run."

Amber and Gal were running on the street, trying to get away from their pursuers. Cars screeched around them blocking them from all sides.

"No, they're here," Gal said as they both screeched to a stop. Gal held Amber to him.

"No, they can't take you," Amber said. She watched as men came out of the cars with guns.

Gal turned her around to face him, "They're not going to get me or you. I'm not going to let them. Charlene and the Librarian will be here to help. They have to be."

"Gal…"

A gunshot rang through, and the bullet tore through the air. They both jerked as the bulled passed through Gal then landed inside Amber. The bullet lodged in her chest. They both looked down and blood spilled out from them. As they watched, Gal's skin stitched back together.

"Gally?"

Gal looked up at Amber, "No…No-no-no!"

Amber's legs gave out from under her and down she went. Gal fell to his knees as he held her. Blood pooled underneath her. Her skin became pale.

He looked around in panic, "Charlene!"

The men that had shot the bullet somehow disappeared. A woman and a man ran up to them.

"Jenkins!"

Gal swiveled his head towards the voice and spotted Charlene.

"What happened?"

"They shot her, the brotherhood shot her!" Gal cried. Tears were spilling over down his cheek and landing on Amber's.

"Gal…"

He looked down at Amber. She was looking at him.

"We've got to go!" Charlene and the man began pulling at Gal. Sirens were heard in the distance. Someone had heard the commotion and called 911.

"No! I can't leave her!"

"Don't leave! Please…Gally…" Amber pleaded as the strangers pulled Gal away. She could feel herself dying. She didn't want to die alone.

The scene faded as Amber pulled from the lantern. She fell to her knees crying. It had been a long 50 years since that night happened. All those feelings she had pushed down came rushing back.

Jenkins stood there, still holding the lantern. He was stunned. But those memories they saw, he remembered. Everything came rushing back. His memories. His emotions. Everything.

"I…" Jenkins tried to talk but words failed him.

Amber was sobbing on the ground, unable to stop. Jenkins looked down and kneeled beside her. He pulled her to his chest. Amber wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shirt.

"I'm sorry," Jenkins whispered into her hair as he rocked her. "I'm so sorry."