Page 95 of Rock Me

"Yeah." And then it occurs to me. "Wait, what?" I sit up, not sure I heard her clearly.

"What?"

"What did you just say?"

"I don't remember, wasn't important,” she shrugs.

"No... it was. Are you getting your memory back?"

"I don't think so... why?"

"You said, 'Toilet Girl.’" I say it slow, pointedly, but her expression doesn’t change.

"Yeah, I guess... not sure what that means."

"That's what I called you... when we met. I called you Toilet Girl!" I can barely keep the excitement out of my voice.

"What?” she exclaims, her eyes wide, surprised. “Why?"

"Who cares why! You remember!"

"I... I guess. I don't know why or how or what it means, I just... I just remember you calling me that. You sure it wasn’t since we met at the hospital?"

"No! Oh, Emmie!"

"You mean..."

"I think you're starting to remember... or at least something is waking up!"

"Jez!" Her eyes start to well up and I can feel mine threatening to as well. "Oh my god! Hurry up, brain! Give it up!" She shakes her head a little, as if trying to dislodge a water bubble in her ear.

I laugh, a weight lifting. She's starting to remember.

And then she'll know, we were meant to be all along.