Flynn and Eve were left wide-eyed at the conversation they witnessed. They had never seen Jenkins so angry before. Jenkins stood there breathing harshly, that was a lot of emotions for him. Amber stood there watching him. They all were watching him.

Jenkins looked up at them when a voice chimed in.

"So…what happened?" Flynn asked.

"I have six months of memories back. There's so much that I must sort through," Jenkins replied. "Charlene used that artifact to take away everything about Amber."

He continued, "We fell in love." He looked at Amber. Amber looked down, cheeks flushing. "The brotherhood had set up a class on King Arthur, hoping I would show up. I did. They knew I would volunteer to do this mission on why the class existed. They wanted to kill me."

"We spent six months together. She helped me figure out why the brotherhood wanted me dead, but that put her into danger. And they killed her." Jenkins paused.

"But how could you be here if you were dead? Unless you didn't die?" Jenkins asked.

"I did," Amber spoke softly. "I was dead for 24 hours. I woke up in the morgue just inches away from being autopsied. It was a nightmare honestly."

"You were…" Jenkins sighed.

"I got out of there. I didn't really have anywhere else to go. Everyone thought I was dead. I didn't know what to do. I even went to my grandmother's house, and they were there all mourning me. I couldn't stay. Plus, I was also angry." Amber explained.

"Because I left you for dead," Jenkins said.

She shook her head, "No. I mean yeah, you did but that wasn't your fault. I did die when they were pulling you from me. I bled out on the street."

"But that doesn't explain how you're here," Eve said.

Amber looked at her, "the bullet that hit us. It was coated in his blood."

Flynn's eyes widened, "his immortality transferred to you?"

She nodded, "that was my theory."

"But his immortality should cause him to be impervious. That bullet never should have gone through him," Flynn said.

"It was a special bullet," Jenkins realized. "That's why they thought they were able to kill me."

"It went through you and hit me instead," Amber said as she pulled down her shirt to show the scar that was left behind on her chest. "Yours healed instantly. Mine didn't until later. I had to do a lot of research to understand what happened. Even research on my abilities. I didn't have the visions until after."

"So, you spent 50 years alone?" Jenkins asked.

She nodded, "Yeah. I tried looking for you for ten years. But I couldn't find you. I even looked for the Library. I had to give up my search, so I decided to travel. I went all over the world and changed my name a lot."

"You didn't know my other name," Jenkins said. "You never would've been able to find me. If I had known you survived, I would've looked for you."

Amber gave him a sad smile, "I know. I know now."

"Wow," Flynn said. "This was a lot."

Jenkins gave him a look. Flynn raised his hands, "hey…we weren't expecting this when you came back. Especially about Charlene. I never thought she would ever do that to you."

Jenkins cleared his throat, "Yes. Well, there's not much I can do about her now."

Eve tugged at Flynn's arm.

"What?" He asked.

"I think maybe these two need some time alone to talk," Eve said.

Flynn looked at the other two, "Right, yes, yes. We'll leave you alone. So, you guys can talk."

Eve rolled her eyes, and she pulled him. They both left the room. Jenkins and Amber stood awkwardly looking around and not at each other.

"Gal, I mean Jenkins," Amber stumbled over his name. "I just…I really don't know what to say."

Jenkins looked at her. He walked around the table and stood in front of her. He took one of her hands and stared into her eyes.

"You can call me Gal," Jenkins said. "I think maybe you and I need some time alone. We both need to process what we just witnessed. Mr. Carson is right. It was a lot."

Amber felt a little disappointed inside. She had hoped that maybe once he had gotten his memories back that maybe he still felt the same as before. But 50 years and no memories are a long time.

She gave him a small smile and pulled her hand down, "Yeah, I agree. We do need time alone apart to process. I'll be in my room. I'll see you later."

She stepped back and left the room. Jenkins stood there alone. Now he felt a little empty and guilty that he had suggested the idea, but it wasn't what he had meant. He headed to his room, maybe some tea will help sort things out.