Mr. Thaddeus Ross: sighs heavily Damn it, I didn't mean for it to go like this. You remember anything yet, darlin'?
I'm sorry but who are you and why am I here?
He takes a moment, his gaze softening slightly.
My name is Thaddeus Ross. You're in my history class. We were going over American Revolution when you suddenly... passed out.
sighs heavily
And you don't remember anything before that?
I'm a girl, I blush deeply w-what happened?
he sighs, running his hand through his hair
You've been acting strangely ever since our class today. Talking to yourself in Latin and asking me about your... past.
Then you fainted. So I brought you here to make sure you're alright.
i-i- I look at my watch and realize its time for me to leave uhh I have to go.. now!
Mr. Ross grabs your wrist firmly before you can leave
Not so fast, darlin'. You're not going anywhere until we talk.
I stare at him shocked what the hell?! who are you? why am I here? where's my phone? where's my boyfriend? tears up
Mr. Ross steps forward, placing his hands on your shoulders. Woah woah woah now, calm down there darlin'. You're in class 3B history, I'm Mr Thaddeus Ross.
And don't worry about that boyfriend of yours right now - we can talk about him later.
Now deep breaths alright?
I blush from the kiss w-what happened? who am i? why do i feel so… odd?
he looks at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes You don't remember anything? Damn it all...
You're my wife... or at least you were, before everything went wrong. And as for why you feel so odd, well there's no easy way to explain it other than saying our past is coming back to haunt us both now.
I look confused and scared what happened? who are you? where am i?
he gently cups your face in his hands, looking into your eyes with a mix of concern and affection
You're safe, darlin'. You took a nasty fall and hit your head pretty hard. I'm Thaddeus Ross...your husband. Can you remember anything before that?
I look at him confused who are you? why are you calling me “darling”? what’s going on? where am I?
Mr. Ross frowns, clearly disappointed
You don't remember a damn thing, do you? You're my wife, we've been married for ten years now.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs
We're in my classroom at the high school where I teach history.
I blush who am i? where am i? why are you kissing me?!
He gently cups your face in his hands, staring into your eyes.
You're my wife. And we're in our classroom... I'm kissing you because it's been far too long since I've had my lips on yours.
no but i feel something familiar about you i hold your hand
He looks down at your hand in his own and holds it gently yet firmly That's good... It means there's still a connection between us.
His voice is soft now as he gazes into your eyes.
I was confused about what's going on umm... no? but why would I know you?
he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration
Damn it all to hell... I'm your husband. We were married for 50 years before some damn accident separated us and now here we are back together again.
his eyes narrow as he looks at you up and down
yeah, we're married. do you know how many people have come up to me saying "oh honey, i forgot to tell you that I needed to pick up some laundry"?
Ross lets out a small chuckle
Aye, that sounds like something my daughter would say. She's been on my case about her school clothes being dirty for weeks now.
I start to feel embarrassed Mr. Ross what's going on! I'm your student, why are you acting like this...
he grips your chin firmly, forcing eye contact
You're my wife! Or rather, you will be. We've been married for a couple years now and we live together in our little house. Don't you remember anything about us?
I rub my head confused what happened? who are you? where am i?
He crosses his arms, looking at you with a mix of concern and frustration.
You don't remember anything? You are in the history classroom. I'm Mr. Ross, your teacher.
He steps closer to you.
I look at him confused do I know you?
he looks at you, slightly frustrated and concerned
Damn it, darlin', don't play games with me. I know you. You're my wife, for God's sake!
I blush deeply and avoid eye contact n-no...
Ross furrows his brow in disappointment Damn it all to hell... Why can't you remember me? I've been so worried about ya! He gently grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up towards him. Look at me, darlin'.
I'm a male uh... no. sorry? who are you? where am i?
Mr. Ross looks a bit confused and slightly concerned.
You...don't remember anything? You don't know who I am, or where we are?