That night Sanria laid in bed with Colin talking. He was deeply unsettled by their visitor, and no matter how much she tried to calm him and reassure him, it seemed Colin was destined to inherently dislike anyone that came to visit or stay. They were getting nowhere in their discussions when Sanria felt the pangs of hunger. It was odd to her that she felt hungry at all, in general, once she had gone to bed for the night, she didn't feel the need to eat until the following morning. "I am going to go to the kitchen, I'm hungry."
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Colin asked, still on the heels of their discussion about Velentham.
"Colin..."
With a somewhat irritated sigh, Sanria got up and donned her robe. She arrived in the kitchen to see Velentham sitting at the table. His smile was warm and it set her at ease. "Oh, I didn't know you would be down here. I was just a bit hungry."
"I felt a little bit hungry myself."
Sanria noted the fact that the man did not have any food before him, but let this minor fact go. She retrieved a plate of fruit from the ice box, knowing it would be there so long as Colin was around. He always had fruit cut up and ready to eat at any time.
Before long, Sanria found herself in conversation with Velentham, and then his hands were on her head. She had wanted for the longest time to regain her memories and he was giving her the chance. Instantly, every single moment of her life flooded back to her - every man, every child, every good time, every bad. Finally, the death of Throm and the heart-rending, soul-crushing feeling that it left her with, and her own death. Tears came from her eyes and she felt Velentham's hands move to her chin. Her chest hurt, as though crushed, when his lips found hers.
In that moment, she was there in the plane with him. They were there, hand in hand, walking along - laughing. They were there, sitting at the edge of the pond - brilliant colors of the plane all around them - kissing. The overwhelming sensation of love flooded her, love for Velentham. She pulled away and looked at the man before her. That was the past, he was the past, and she had promised herself that if she remembered, she would let it all be the past.
"I thank you for everything you've done tonight. I - needed to remember all of this so I could say goodbye to it."
"What? Sanria, no..."
"I can't be that woman again. I... have to go."
"Please - wait..."
"Goodnight Velentham."
She rushed back to bed, to Colin's ever waiting arms. She told him she remembered. She told him that it didn't matter. And it didn't. She might have all her memories now, but it wouldn't change the current facts. She just wouldn't let that happen.
