The Taste of Touching Glass

~Tony's POV~

*A few days later because Stacey had work and couldn't meet them sooner*

Mike and I sat down on the couch, Stacey sitting opposite us. She held a cup of coffee in her hands, while another two were on the coffee table. Stacey had rung earlier this morning and invited us over to her house.

'What's the problem?' She asked, stirring her drink. I reached out and took my own, the aroma swirling around my face. I breathed in deeply while Mike explained. At least he remembered it all.

'Tony keeps on forgetting things. He's forgotten me at least four times in the past week and... We're becoming worried. They're happening closer together now, and Tony can't be left alone.' Mike explained. He was holding my hand tightly, rubbing circles with his thumb into my palm.

'Mike wrote in a journal the times that I forgot him and remembered him.' I added, placing down my coffee and passing Mike his. He took it and took a gulp. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the journal.

In Mike's scrawled handwriting were the times and days of when I had blanked out.

Saturday - steadily losing memories until Monday

Monday - forgot for roughly ten hours. At least from 6:47 to three.

Friday - a few hours (six?), past nine and before three

Monday - five hours, four to nine

Wednesday - all day, woke up next morning with memories

There had been some more times, but they had just been small memories that I had covered up. Mike didn't need to know. Stacey read through the report.

'I don't know what to say. It's becoming more frequent and the times are varying.' She looked worried as she passed the notebook back. 'The only thing I can say at the moment is to keep Tony under surveillance. Maybe doing something natural for you guys? Touring, perhaps? Don't just stay at home. You may be able to overcome this if you try hard enough. Don't do anything out of the ordinary.'

We finished our coffee and said good bye to Stacey. Jaime called us, telling us to get over to his apartment.

~Jaime's POV~

I held Vic in my arms as he shook back and forth. Tears were streaming down his face.

'It's okay, baby,' I said.

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