"How are you feeling, Newt?" a female doctor asked me. Through my nap, my memory had unclouded for the most part. I still don't remember faces, but I remember actions. Tommy, I know him. My feelings came back to me. I love him. I need to see him. He can help me remember everything else.

"I'm fine," I shrugged. "Is there a Tommy here?" The doctor thought about it and shook her head.

"No one named Tommy," she said, "but there is a Thomas that has been waiting here for you since you get here. He's the one who wrote that letter to you."

I nodded, "That's him. Can I see him? Please?" The doctor nodded and left the room. Shortly after, she came back with a boy following behind her. He had a smile that looked like it could be broken in a given second. "Tommy?" I asked. Tommy gasped and nodded vigorously.

"Yes," he confirmed, running up and giving me a hug. At first I tensed, but something was familiar about the hug so I relaxed and returned the embrace. "It's me, Newt. I missed you so much. Don't ever die on me like that again, understand? Oh my gosh, I never thought I'd see you again. I love you so much, nothing will ever change that. Whether you've forgotten everything, whether you didn't. None of that matters, Newt, because you'll always have my love."

"I remember, Tommy," I said. "Well, I remember most of everything. But I do remember you and I. I remember what Minho did. There are just some spots that have yet to be cleared. I'm sure they'll come back eventually though."

When I said this, a tension was released. Tommy pulled away from the hug. The doctor had left sometime  between the hug and now, but she was returning. "Okay, Newt," she smiled, looking up from a clipboard, "everything went according to plan. As long as you have your memory, you can leave."

Tommy's mom signed me out of the . . . hospital? Were we even at a hosptial? The place looked more like a science laboratory. Oh well, I'm alive now, that's all that matters.