That night we were laying in bed. I'm cuddled up into Mike's bare chest and my naked body is intertwined with his naked body. I've finally felt safe enough and we had sex. It was the first time that we've slept together since the accident, so to me it was the first time that we've had sex at all. I'm tracing the tattoos that are on Mike's chest with my finger tips and he is softly snoring in my ear. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep to his heartbeat.

I woke up screaming and crying. It woke Mike up and he wrapped his arms around me, or at least tried to. "Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled, pushing Mike away. He just looked at me like I was crazy. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I asked him, getting out of bed and finding my underwear. "Tell you what?" He asked me. I pointed to my forehead. "I had a dream, Michael. One of us at your fucking wedding. I was pouring my heart out to you and you just let me leave. That's how I got into the fucking wreck!" I screamed and threw a pillow at him. He got up and pulled on his boxers. "Trinity, calm down. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I started laughing. "You're sorry you didn't tell me? Bull shit! You were hoping I was never going to remember, right?" I asked him, I could see red. "Okay. I was hoping, but only because it hurt you so much!" "Why were you getting married?" He sighed and I folded my arms to my chest. "A month before our two year anniversary, I cheated on you and she made me think that I was the father of her baby. I told you on our two year anniversary and you kicked me out. A memory came flashing though again and I suddenly remembered everything about that day. The fighting, the drinking. I then remembered the memory that I had of the first time we met, the night of the dance, our first kiss and the first time we slept together. Then all of a sudden, everything from my life came flooding back in. I remember everything about my life.