Alan stared at Abigail in disbelief. The man's jaw was hanging open a bit, and his eyes were hurt and confused. "W-What are you talking about, Abigail...? T-This is our room, our home... I.. How do you not know who I am..? It's me, your fiancé, Alan..." Alan reached out for Abigail's hand, running his thumb over Abigail's ring. "Don't you, remember...?" He murmured, kissing the ring on Abigail's finger. Abigail frowned, watching Alan. "No.. I... I'm sorry.. The last thing I remember was, working for, wait.. Alan..? As in, Corporal Alan..?" Alan cringed, looking away from Abigail. "You haven't called me that in years.." He sighed, letting Abigail's hand go. "Just great. First we fix your eyes and, you lose your memory.." The girl looked around the darkened room, chewing her lip. "Could you maybe, explain everything to me..? Please, sir.." "Alan. "Don't call me 'sir' please..." The man said quickly, eyes looking out the window. "And yeah, I'll tell you. Go sit down on the bed." He nodded to the bed, which Abigail went to sit on. Alan followed, instinctively wrapping his arms around Abigail. Realizing what he was doing, he went to pull away but stopped when Abigail cuddled into him. While the man was a bit hesitant, he pulled the girl closer, resting his head on the others. "What do you want to know, Abigail?" He asked, running his fingers through Abigail's hair. Abigail thought, licking her lips. "How about, when we met. Like really met. As in when we got to know each other, not just-" Alan chuckled, kissing Abigail's head. "I'd share that one any day." He smiled. Today:1
