"Living In Picture"

[Jamie Kroells 0]

“Living In Picture” A Kroells and Kassem production

 

James walked the corridor of the Prometheus Class ship; at least that's what he recognized it as. It was odd. He knew what every wall panel did, where every turbo lift junction went to...but every face he passed in the corridors was unfamiliar. For that fact, he couldn't even remember the name of the damned ship. But he knew where he was going, and what he had to do. His pace sped, still closely followed by the large burley medical assistant named Jones. Tordai was insistent that he was not to be unsupervised. As he reached the doors indicated as Kairi's quarters, he quickly hit the chime.

 

A tear fell down Kairi's cheek as she continued to look at the pictures. She couldn't believe this was happening. She wiped the tear from her cheek as she looked up to the door. "Enter."

 

James looked over to Jones. "Stay here." Jones opened his mouth to protest, but he cut him off. "I'm not going to be alone. Please." The burly man pondered it for a second, before slowly nodding. James quickly nodded back as he entered the quarters.

 

Kairi was a little shocked to see Jamie standing there in her doorway. "Hi. What...are you doing here?"

 

James looked over to her, in all honestly a little confused himself why he came. "You were the first one to visit me...I figured you should be the first one I visit..."

 

She smiled at him. This was hard for her. She then moved a few pictures from her bed to clear a spot. "Please, have a seat."

 

He almost instantly noticed the pain in her eyes. He was starting to doubt coming here first was the best idea as he took a seat.

 

Kairi looked down at the picture in her hand. "I was just looking at a few things."

 

His eyes glanced down at the picture of him and her. They were so happy, and he couldn't remember a bit of it. "...Where were we?"

 

"This was taken on Earth, at my home. That's Hong Kong in the background." She decided not to go into details.

 

He paused a moment, watching her expressions while recalling the event. "We must have been pretty good friends for you to take me to your home."

 

"Yeah...friends..." she frowned.

 

He let out a small sigh, grasping her hand. "...I...I know this is hard. But I need you to tell me everything. I need to know who I am."

 

She gripped his hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Where would you like to begin?"