Thanksgiving. Fragments of that night were forming her mind, and she could see it. She was remembering something! Panic at the sudden appearance of what had once been a blank slate soon gave way to excitement. Sitting in the dark on her room, she could see small fragments of that whole day.

"This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen," Nick sighed, as he stepped out of the Explorer, taking a look around him at the view before him.

"Why would I get a cottage somewhere that wasn't? That is what a cottage is for, Carter. We're doing this holiday completely Canadian, right down the leaves, the fall air, and the location. You're going to love it!"

"I love you, isn't that enough? There's only enough Carter love to go around," he smirked. She had been eyeing the pile of leaves on the grass in front of them during his speech, and took his moment of gloating for her advantage, and pushed him in. A flurry of leaves filled the air as they tickled and wrestled each other, rolling in the colorful, dried leaves.

She was shaking, she could remember significant details, snaps of conversation, things she had said. It was like a bubble had formed in her brain, filled with all these sensations and details. Please don't let it burst, she prayed, shutting her eyes tightly as another image formed.

She woke up, feeling him staring at her. She opened her eyes, and turned to gaze at him, staring down at her.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

"No, Kay, I don't think you can. You see," he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her forehead, "there's this girl that I'm just hopelessly head over heels for."

"Ah, sounds like a lucky girl."

"Well, of course, she is. But the problem, Kay, is that she keeps falling asleep on me. And when she sleeps, all I want to do is stare at her. Which eventually just wakes her up again."

"Hmm, sounds pretty tricky. But I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, because I'm going back to sleep," she said, rolling over and away from him. She smiled, and counted down to ten before he was wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, burying his face in her hair.

"This way we both can sleep."

"I'll see you in my dreams then, okay?" she asked softly, about to drift off to sleep, her body relaxing against his familiar warmth.

"Don't forget, I'll be looking for you," he whispered.

Don't forget. Hardly able to breath, she slowly stood up from the corner she had collapsed into. It had become dark, how long had she been there? The moonlight was shining in through the window, the only light she could see. Making her way, carefully, almost in a trancelike state, through the dark, until she reached the mirror. Looking into her reflection, she reached up to her hairline.

Running her finger through her hair, she pushed it and separated it until the scar could be seen. Tracing it's line over her scalp, she stared at it in wonder. How could one seemingly harmless little line on her head be responsible for stealing an entire life?

"I just want to know who I am, is that so much to ask for?" she whispered into the darkness of her quiet cottage. Another image escaped the bubble in her brain, and she could remember his face, torn with grief as she asked who he was. Looking so lost when she told him she was leaving. Don't go away, he had pleaded. She couldn't remember him. All she wanted to do is remember.

"Why can't I remember?" she screamed, grabbing the closest thing on the table in front of the mirror, and throwing. The cheaply made mirror, left hanging in the house when the previous occupants had moved, shattered on impact, and Carrie fell to the ground, sobbing. For what had been stolen from her by one small line on her forehead.