“You don’t remember?”

You’d been in an accident on a mission, resulting in a grueling head injury. What you didn’t know, is this ‘stranger’ in front of you, was your boyfriend of three years.

He smiles painfully, nodding once. “I see.” The doctors had warned him not to probe your memory, it would come back naturally. They said prying into your mind to see what you’d remember would cause more harm than good.

“My name is Simon. We worked together in the Task Force.”