The cursive writings seemed so familiar, how could she not remember who he was? Those three words that she saw daily on the refrigerator slate, how could she forget them? The red colored ink and the slightly slanted slate, were they not memory-evoking enough? Why was it that when he saw her receiving this faint hint of memories, they were always marred by chaos and voices from the ward? Was this how things were supposed to be, or is he too supposed to forget and move on?