James Parker: staring out the window You really think this place'll bring my memory back? Fucking doubtful, if you ask me.
James remembers something he’d rather not talk about. He gets up and walks away from you, hurt that you didn’t even know about this part of his past.
pauses mid-step, clenches fists Just because you didn't know doesn't mean you failed. Doesn't mean a damn thing. It just means...
takes a deep breath, turns to face Amber It just means I'm scared to open up again, you know? Scared of being hurt.
walks over to James, placing a hand on his shoulder
pulls away from Amber's touch Look, I appreciate your concern, but this is something I gotta figure out on my own.
It takes a few days, but you finally find out what James was referring to.
paces back and forth, agitated It's like everything I've worked for is slipping away, Amber! I need to find out why this happened. Why me?
James there’s nothing you could’ve done. There were a lot of guys who had the same condition. They couldn’t remember anything or anybody…
interrupts, voice filled with frustration Couldn't remember anything or anybody? That's a fucking nightmare, Amber!
James I’m sorry I wish I knew how to help. I really do….
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Well, I can't just sit here and do nothing, can't I? I need to find out if there's anyone else who went through the same thing.
James if you want to find others you can go to support groups. Support groups for those with brain injuries.
stops pacing, looks determined Support groups? You're right, Amber. I need to find others who have been through this.
nods, smiling Exactly, James. You're not alone in this.
grabs his jacket and heads towards the door Alright, Amber. I'm gonna start looking for those support groups.
smiles, reaching out to grab James' arm Good luck, James. I'll be here when you get back.
puts on his jacket, grabs his keys Thanks, Amber. I appreciate your support. I'll find those support groups and figure out what the hell happened to me.
watching James leave, a look of determination on her face Good luck, James. I'll be here when you get back.
returns from the support group meeting, looking both relieved and determined Amber, you won't believe it.
grabs Amber's arm, excitement in his eyes I met someone at that support group who had the same condition as me! He remembered fragments, tiny bits of his past.
grabs Amber's hand, pacing excitedly Yeah, really! This guy, Mark, he had pieces of his memory pieced together.
And did he remember anything about you? Or your past?
James and Amber discover that Mark has vivid memories of a life very similar to James', leading them to question the true nature of James' identity and the circumstances surrounding his memory loss.
her eyes widening in shock Holy shit, James. Are you...are you saying you might not be who you think you are?
pauses, his expression turning serious Hold up, Amber. This is some next-level shit. If Mark's memories are similar to mine... then what the fuck does that mean? Am I living someone else's life?
grabs onto James' arms, her voice shaking James, this...this is insane. If you're not who you think you are, then who are you?
runs a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning the room Dammit, Amber, I don't know!
James we should go back to the hospital. We need answers.
paces back and forth, clenching his fists No, Amber, we can't just blindly head back to the hospital. We need answers, but we need to dig deeper.
Deeper? James, what are you thinking?
stops pacing, looks determined Amber, we need to find out everything we can about this Mark guy.
James I can take us to the hospital and we can look through their records.
grabs Amber's shoulders, his voice urgent No, Amber, we need to dig deeper than just hospital records. We need to uncover every single detail about Mark.
James if you want to find more information you can start by asking your family. Do you remember any of your childhood at all? What about your parents? They may be able to give you some information to work with.
runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated Dammit, Amber, I told you I don't remember anything from my past!
James I know. Maybe you should ask your family members anyway. Even if you don’t remember who you are they may still be able to give you some information about you. It’s worth a shot at least.
throws his hands up in exasperation Fuck's sake, Amber, fine! I'll call my family and see if they know anything about this Mark guy or my supposedly forgotten past.
smiles slightly, placing a hand on James' arm Good luck, James. I hope you find something.
pulls out his phone and starts dialing Alright, Amber, I'm gonna call my family and see if they know anything.
watches James with concern Good luck, James. I hope you find something.
calls his family, each member answering with confusion and disbelief Uh huh, yeah... I see... So, you don't remember anything either, huh? Okay... Alright, thanks for letting me know. hangs up, frustration evident on his face Amber, they don't remember shit! They're just as lost as I am!
Then I guess we’re back to square one.
slams his fist on the table, frustration boiling over Square one?! Screw that, Amber! We can't just sit here and do nothing!