"You are going to love this place, I swear, Carrie," Andrew said, leading her through the woods behind her cottage. Her exploration of that area had not extended to far as the cold began to appear in the late October weather. She had been less reluctant, as November approached and the island was gripped by a sudden chill and blanket of snow, to approach the cliffs that she knew lay back that way, for fear of slipping and falling into the angry ocean.

"You better be right about this, Andrew, or I will be mightily upset," she said, laughing. A month having passed since her emotional meltdown, their friendship had grown much stronger. They were easy around each other, caught up in just being around one another.

"Just trust me, Carrie. It's beautiful." He led her onward, crunching through the snow ahead on her. It was a blissful day, cold and bright outside, the air filled with a refreshing scent brought by the ocean. He walked ahead of her for another minute, until he suddenly stopped and turned to her.

He was right, it was breathtaking. A clearing in the woods, there was a plateau between two cliffs to either side of where they were standing. He walked forward, and she followed. Staring forward, Carrie could see the power and anger of the ocean as it kicked up white spray from its waves crashing against the shore. Surrounding by the clean white snow and the dark waters of the ocean, and breathing in the sweet fresh air, Carrie felt so free. Walking to the edge of the plateau, she peered over the edge, and saw a stretch of sandy beach, now frosty in the cold, that was about ten feet below.

"It a bit of a cove, you see. This plateau hangs over it, and it's protected by the way that the cliffs stick out. In the summer, it's the perfect place for swimming, if you want to get away from the crowded beach. And now, it's just so…powerful here. You can feel the way the ocean moves around us, and see the way it look…alive," Andrew whispered, as she stared straight out at the water.

"This is beautiful, Andrew. Why didn't you show me this before?" she asked, incredulous.

"It's a special spot, Carrie. You don't just show this to any person, they have to be special too. No off-islander knows about this spot."

"Well, one does now."

"You're not off-island Carrie. That's why you get to see it. This is your home now. Consider it a welcome gift."

* * * *

"Anna, I don't see what the problem is."

"How can you say that? How can you not realize why I'm so angry with you? After everything that this group of people have been through for that one girl, finding out that she is still alive and in the country without so much as a word from her comes as a shock! And you, hiding it from me, all this time?" Anna yelled at her husband. Kevin sighed.

"I thought it might be best if Nick were the one that found out first. I thought he would have more of a right than any of us to know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I really didn't think it would be the crisis you are making it," he said, trying to smooth over her anger.

"I'm sorry if I'm overreacting, but god! Kevin! This is Cairo we're talking about. She's roaming around the country, when she left her family behind, without a second thought!" she raged.

"Look, Anna, we all feel the same way, but there's nothing we can do about it. She obviously will never regain her memory, and it's best that she just move on with her life, and try to get over that tragedy," Kevin said, putting his arms around his wife.

"You honestly think that she will never remember?" Anna sighed.

"Honestly, I don't think she ever will. It would have happened by now."

"I guess so."

* * * *

Pouring over the notes she had taken that morning during rehearsal, Carrie began to make a list of things that needed to be done for the next session. Sighing happily over her task, Carrie was thrilled with the way things were shaping up.

Andrew had advised her to get a hobby, to face the potential boredom of a long, cold winter. Since she had come to the island, the community theater had fascinated her, and she was appalled to learn that it was hardly ever used. Hit with inspiration, Carrie, with the help of Andrew, put together a group of kids that were interested in drama and plays, and began to piece together a production of Peter Pan.

The small group of kids, varying in ages, was energetic and they were ready to go. Carrie found herself exhausted at the end of a Saturday afternoon practice, just consumed by their level of activity. But she loved it and was having a blast. Thinking fondly of the last practice, she subconsciously added a check mark to her list of "things I'm learning that I like".

Slowly, the mysterious puzzle of 'who' she was being put back together. She was learning about talents and likes and dislikes that she didn't know was there. It would happen without her recognition, and then she'd suddenly be hit with a realization that this was completely new to her, even though it felt so right.

Her thoughts began to wander, until they strayed, quite of their own volition, to Andrew. Carrie sighed, wracked with confusion over that matter. He was her friend. A good friend. Someone she had come to trust and enjoy spending a lot of time with. But the question weighing on her mind was whether or not he saw it as more, and if he did, did she want him to? It was a messy situation, she decided. Even if she was ready for a relationship, was he even interested? Sighing again, she glanced back down at her notes, and pushed them away.

Looking out at the freshly fallen snow, she decided that she needed a breath of fresh air. Quickly throwing on her coat, and pulling on a pair of boots, she left the warm and cozy cottage, and stepped out into the crisp air. Trudging through the unbroken snow, she walked in the direction of the cove that Andrew had shown her, deciding that she would go and watch the ocean for a bit. It always helped her to collect her thoughts.