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We looked for only a few minutes, until we realized, we had absolutely no clue where this Alois guy would be, what he would look like, or even when he was arriving. For all we knew, he might not be coming until the next morning.

Defeated, Camile took a seat on a bench in the station, twiddling her thumbs, and starring a the ground. It was plan for anyone to see she had a lot on her mind, but I doubt anyone could every know just how much.

I took a seat next to her on the bench, and stared at my feet, what could I say, what could I do? Honestly, the best thing to do would probably be not to look at her, after all, this stupid mug of mine would probably just make her feel uncomfortable. After all, I tended to give people the impression that I'm always out to kill them. Ugh..

"Hey, Micheal." A voice next to me called. "Why're you all the way out here anyway?" She asked, her eyes not moving from her thumbs.

...Didn't I explain this last night?

"I already told you, I'm out here chasing my dreams."

"You did? I don't remember it.." She said, weakly, her eyes closing halfway.

That's right, I told her before midnight. She forgot just a few seconds after I had said it. So really, there was no point in having said it at all. She must've known she'd forget, so why'd she ask?

"Well, what kind of dream are you chasing?" She asked, trying to keep the silence at bay, it was obvious she wasn't too comfortable.

"Ah, well.." I stammered a bit, my dream wasn't anything bombastic or fantastic. "Well, I've always wanted to manage a cafe, and my uncle used to run one, before moving out to Poland. He's coming over to America, to buy a little shop that went out of business, and I'm going to help them run it." My voice had begun to grow excited toward the end.

I couldn't  help it, for most of my childhood I looked up to my uncle, he ran such a nice little shop, but he moved away for no real reason, and had to close the place down. For as long as I remember I always wanted to run a shop like that, a quaint little place, that always smelled of coffee. I let out a content sigh, it was hard to believe my little dream was coming true.

Camile chuckled a little, smiling genuinely. "It's great to have a dream, isn't it?" She smiled up at me, her eyes closed, her hands rested neatly in her lap. Even though she looked happy, something about her seemed unbelievably sad, something.. "I don't think I've had a dream for a long time.. Maybe when I was a kid, maybe I dreamed of being a vet, or a nurse, or maybe a teacher.." She chuckled, and bowed her head, her hair falling in her face. "But I'd probably be awful at all of those, since I can't remember a thing.." She looked away from me, her head still hung.

I didn't know what to do. Here was someone in an unbelievably sad position, a position that I doubt anyone else had ever been in. What was I supposed to do? How do you comfort someone like this? I didn't know, not at all. I went to reach out, and place a hand on her shoulder, but before I could, a stern man beat me to it. He was tall, remarkably tall, towering over everyone else in the station. His hair was a dark dirty blond, cut short, and flat.

"Camile." He said, in a deep, heavily accented voice. "I am Alois, follow me." His eyes shifted to me, for only a moment.

Camile looked up at him, and nodded, standing up, and picking up her Suitcase. She turned to me, I could tell by looking at her face that she wanted me to come along with her. What a pain. I stood up, and stretched my arms, following her, and Alois. He lead us out of the train station, and into the busy afternoon street. He quickly called a cab, getting into the front seat, while me and Camile occupied the back. For whatever reason, she clung to her suitcase, probably not knowing that when you ride a cab, it's proper to put it in the trunk, rather than keep it with you.

Alois spoke in German to the driver, who nodded, and began to drive. The streets were very tightly packed for a few blocks, but eventually, they became less and less populated, until the driver pulled over at what looked like an ordinary apartment complex. Alois paid the driver, and got out, beckoning for us to follow, which we quickly did. He lead us up the apartment complex, to the top floor, and to the very farthest apartment from the stairs. The walk was long, and annoying, and I hopped to god the doctor wasn't just going to say something stupid and obvious. No, he better make this little detour worth it.

Alois opened the door to the apartment, and as he did, I saw what looked like a therapist office, stuffed into a very nice apartment. The walls were lined with bookshelves, all full over rather thick looking books. There was a rather large, pristine looking desk, organized well, with a few stacks of paper, and an unmarked brown bottle. I began to trust this doctor less.  Behind the desk was a very tall, leather chair, that shined in the dim light of a single lamp that was in the corner of the room. There was a man seated in this throne-like chair, a well-aged looking man, with a short, gray beard, and neatly combed back gray hair.

The man had been writing something down, and looked up at us, and motioned for us to come in. Camile took a seat in a much smaller chair that was seated in front of the desk, and I the seat next to it. Alois closed the door, and stood stiff in front of it, his face stern and calm. The doctor looked up from his work, and folded his hands over each other on his desk.

"Camile," he said, confirming that he was the same person that I  had heard over the phone. "I am going to show you some photographs taken from last year, and I want you to tell me whether or not you remember any of them." He said, receiving a simple nod from Camile, who had been rather quiet ever since we met up with Alois.

The first photo Dr. Johan held up was a picture of Camile, she was sitting in a wooden chair in the corner of a room, her legs crossed, a thick book with symbols written on the front. I couldn't quite tell, but I think it was greek, maybe?

"Last year you began studding foreign languages. Do you remember doing any of it? Or remember any of the languages you learned?" Has asked.

Camile shook her head, and the Doctor put the photo down, sighing slightly. He stuck a cigar in his mouth, and lit it, exhaling sharply as he picked up the next photo, Camile was sitting on her knees, in a similar corner. On her knee, was what could only be described as a hammer with strings, she held the handle of the hammer with one hand, and with the other, held what appeared to be the bow of a violin.

"Later, that same year, you learned how to play a foreign instrument, do you remember what it was called? Or possibly how to play it?" He asked, shifting his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other.

Camile shook he head once again.

It continued on like this for quite some time, and as I observed, I learned that Camile was quite the hobbyist, she had learned knitting, various languages, and instrument or two. She had way too much free time on her hands. Although, as for how well she did these things, it was debatable. But it had been confirmed after the various photos were shown, that Camile remembered nothing.

"Same condition as always.." Mumbled the doctor, before turning his attention to me. "So, who is this?" He asked Camile, pointing at me. She lifted her head quickly, while previously she'd only been raising her eyes to look at the photos.

"He's.. He's Micheal, a traveling companion, of sorts." She said, smiling weakly.

"How long ago did you two meet?"

"Just yesterday."

"Hm.." The doctor thought for a moment. "Camile, could you and Alois please wait in the hall way?" He asked, turning his eyes on me.

Camile nodded, and Alois opened the door, letting her out, and then following, shutting the door behind him.

"So, Micheal, do you intend to get close to Camile?" He asked, leaning his head on his hands.

I shrugged a bit, I didn't really know, I figured we'd part ways after this appointment.

"Hmm.. It'd be nice to see what would happen if she were in an environment other than her home for a year. You see, She spends each year learning strange things, only to forget them. A life like that is not worth living, you agree."

I remained silent, I really didn't know, I think some people might like a life like that, maybe.

"Well, Camile's parents are at wit's end, they really don't know what to do. Micheal, could  you take Camile with you, if only for a few months? You could help in finding a cure for her disease. If that happened, your name would most likely be placed within medical history."

Well, that sounded interesting. Still, I wasn't quite sure if it'd be wise to take a stranger with me.

"Maybe, I'll have to consult the people I'll be staying with." I said, really just wanting to get out of there.

"Thank you very much, young man. But I must warn you, don't get to attached to Camile, after all, she's going to forget you next new year." The doctor reached his hand over the table, for a handshake as he said this, and as I shook his hand, I looked at his face, he  looked like he was desperate to help Camile.

He quickly scribbled writing onto a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

"There is the information to contact Camile's parents, as well as her address, once you return to the train station, have Camile call them, and inform them that she will be returning home a little later." He said, before dismissing me.

I walked out into the hall, where Camile and Alois both clung to the wall in silence.

"Camile, let's go." I said to her, holding my hand out to her.

"Where?" She asked, hesitating to grab my hand.

"You're going to be meeting my aunt and uncle." I said, finally managing a decent smile.

After I said this she grabbed my hand, and we walked down the hall, followed by Alois. We descended the stairs quickly, and were once again on the streets of the city. Alis once again called a cab. Before Camile and I got in, however, he tapped Camile's shoulder.

"I have known you, since you were very young. You are strong, I am certain one day you will overcome this." He said, Nodding at her as he handed her some German money. Me and Camile got in, and Alois said something to the Taxi driver in German, before closing the door.

Soon, we were returned to the train station. We purchased new tickets with he Money Alois had given to us, and soon, we were on our way to Poland, sitting, yet again, across from each other on the train. Camile had called her parents and informed them of how she would be late, addressing them as Mr. and Mrs. rather than as her parents. I wondered.. how well would this actually work? Would it work at all? Well, we were going to find out soon.

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We looked for only a few minutes, until we realized, we had absolutely no clue where this Alois guy would be, what he would look like, or even when he was arriving. For all we knew, he might not be coming until the next morning.

Defeated, Camile took a seat on a bench in the station, twiddling her thumbs, and starring a the ground. It was plan for anyone to see she had a lot on her mind, but I doubt anyone could every know just how much.

I took a seat next to her on the bench, and stared at my feet, what could I say, what could I do? Honestly, the best thing to do would probably be not to look at her, after all, this stupid mug of mine would probably just make her feel uncomfortable. After all, I tended to give people the impression that I'm always out to kill them. Ugh..

"Hey, Micheal." A voice next to me called. "Why're you all the way out here anyway?" She asked, her eyes not moving from her thumbs.

...Didn't I explain this last night?

"I already told you, I'm out here chasing my dreams."

"You did? I don't remember it.." She said, weakly, her eyes closing halfway.

That's right, I told her before midnight. She forgot just a few seconds after I had said it. So really, there was no point in having said it at all. She must've known she'd forget, so why'd she ask?

"Well, what kind of dream are you chasing?" She asked, trying to keep the silence at bay, it was obvious she wasn't too comfortable.

"Ah, well.." I stammered a bit, my dream wasn't anything bombastic or fantastic. "Well, I've always wanted to manage a cafe, and my uncle used to run one, before moving out to Poland. He's coming over to America, to buy a little shop that went out of business, and I'm going to help them run it." My voice had begun to grow excited toward the end.

I couldn't  help it, for most of my childhood I looked up to my uncle, he ran such a nice little shop, but he moved away for no real reason, and had to close the place down. For as long as I remember I always wanted to run a shop like that, a quaint little place, that always smelled of coffee. I let out a content sigh, it was hard to believe my little dream was coming true.

Camile chuckled a little, smiling genuinely. "It's great to have a dream, isn't it?" She smiled up at me, her eyes closed, her hands rested neatly in her lap. Even though she looked happy, something about her seemed unbelievably sad, something.. "I don't think I've had a dream for a long time.. Maybe when I was a kid, maybe I dreamed of being a vet, or a nurse, or maybe a teacher.." She chuckled, and bowed her head, her hair falling in her face. "But I'd probably be awful at all of those, since I can't remember a thing.." She looked away from me, her head still hung.

I didn't know what to do. Here was someone in an unbelievably sad position, a position that I doubt anyone else had ever been in. What was I supposed to do? How do you comfort someone like this? I didn't know, not at all. I went to reach out, and place a hand on her shoulder, but before I could, a stern man beat me to it. He was tall, remarkably tall, towering over everyone else in the station. His hair was a dark dirty blond, cut short, and flat.

"Camile." He said, in a deep, heavily accented voice. "I am Alois, follow me." His eyes shifted to me, for only a moment.

Camile looked up at him, and nodded, standing up, and picking up her Suitcase. She turned to me, I could tell by looking at her face that she wanted me to come along with her. What a pain. I stood up, and stretched my arms, following her, and Alois. He lead us out of the train station, and into the busy afternoon street. He quickly called a cab, getting into the front seat, while me and Camile occupied the back. For whatever reason, she clung to her suitcase, probably not knowing that when you ride a cab, it's proper to put it in the trunk, rather than keep it with you.

Alois spoke in German to the driver, who nodded, and began to drive. The streets were very tightly packed for a few blocks, but eventually, they became less and less populated, until the driver pulled over at what looked like an ordinary apartment complex. Alois paid the driver, and got out, beckoning for us to follow, which we quickly did. He lead us up the apartment complex, to the top floor, and to the very farthest apartment from the stairs. The walk was long, and annoying, and I hopped to god the doctor wasn't just going to say something stupid and obvious. No, he better make this little detour worth it.

Alois opened the door to the apartment, and as he did, I saw what looked like a therapist office, stuffed into a very nice apartment. The walls were lined with bookshelves, all full over rather thick looking books. There was a rather large, pristine looking desk, organized well, with a few stacks of paper, and an unmarked brown bottle. I began to trust this doctor less.  Behind the desk was a very tall, leather chair, that shined in the dim light of a single lamp that was in the corner of the room. There was a man seated in this throne-like chair, a well-aged looking man, with a short, gray beard, and neatly combed back gray hair.

The man had been writing something down, and looked up at us, and motioned for us to come in. Camile took a seat in a much smaller chair that was seated in front of the desk, and I the seat next to it. Alois closed the door, and stood stiff in front of it, his face stern and calm. The doctor looked up from his work, and folded his hands over each other on his desk.

"Camile," he said, confirming that he was the same person that I  had heard over the phone. "I am going to show you some photographs taken from last year, and I want you to tell me whether or not you remember any of them." He said, receiving a simple nod from Camile, who had been rather quiet ever since we met up with Alois.

The first photo Dr. Johan held up was a picture of Camile, she was sitting in a wooden chair in the corner of a room, her legs crossed, a thick book with symbols written on the front. I couldn't quite tell, but I think it was greek, maybe?

"Last year you began studding foreign languages. Do you remember doing any of it? Or remember any of the languages you learned?" Has asked.

Camile shook her head, and the Doctor put the photo down, sighing slightly. He stuck a cigar in his mouth, and lit it, exhaling sharply as he picked up the next photo, Camile was sitting on her knees, in a similar corner. On her knee, was what could only be described as a hammer with strings, she held the handle of the hammer with one hand, and with the other, held what appeared to be the bow of a violin.

"Later, that same year, you learned how to play a foreign instrument, do you remember what it was called? Or possibly how to play it?" He asked, shifting his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other.

Camile shook he head once again.

It continued on like this for quite some time, and as I observed, I learned that Camile was quite the hobbyist, she had learned knitting, various languages, and instrument or two. She had way too much free time on her hands. Although, as for how well she did these things, it was debatable. But it had been confirmed after the various photos were shown, that Camile remembered nothing.

"Same condition as always.." Mumbled the doctor, before turning his attention to me. "So, who is this?" He asked Camile, pointing at me. She lifted her head quickly, while previously she'd only been raising her eyes to look at the photos.

"He's.. He's Micheal, a traveling companion, of sorts." She said, smiling weakly.

"How long ago did you two meet?"

"Just yesterday."

"Hm.." The doctor thought for a moment. "Camile, could you and Alois please wait in the hall way?" He asked, turning his eyes on me.

Camile nodded, and Alois opened the door, letting her out, and then following, shutting the door behind him.

"So, Micheal, do you intend to get close to Camile?" He asked, leaning his head on his hands.

I shrugged a bit, I didn't really know, I figured we'd part ways after this appointment.

"Hmm.. It'd be nice to see what would happen if she were in an environment other than her home for a year. You see, She spends each year learning strange things, only to forget them. A life like that is not worth living, you agree."

I remained silent, I really didn't know, I think some people might like a life like that, maybe.

"Well, Camile's parents are at wit's end, they really don't know what to do. Micheal, could  you take Camile with you, if only for a few months? You could help in finding a cure for her disease. If that happened, your name would most likely be placed within medical history."

Well, that sounded interesting. Still, I wasn't quite sure if it'd be wise to take a stranger with me.

"Maybe, I'll have to consult the people I'll be staying with." I said, really just wanting to get out of there.

"Thank you very much, young man. But I must warn you, don't get to attached to Camile, after all, she's going to forget you next new year." The doctor reached his hand over the table, for a handshake as he said this, and as I shook his hand, I looked at his face, he  looked like he was desperate to help Camile.

He quickly scribbled writing onto a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

"There is the information to contact Camile's parents, as well as her address, once you return to the train station, have Camile call them, and inform them that she will be returning home a little later." He said, before dismissing me.

I walked out into the hall, where Camile and Alois both clung to the wall in silence.

"Camile, let's go." I said to her, holding my hand out to her.

"Where?" She asked, hesitating to grab my hand.

"You're going to be meeting my aunt and uncle." I said, finally managing a decent smile.

After I said this she grabbed my hand, and we walked down the hall, followed by Alois. We descended the stairs quickly, and were once again on the streets of the city. Alis once again called a cab. Before Camile and I got in, however, he tapped Camile's shoulder.

"I have known you, since you were very young. You are strong, I am certain one day you will overcome this." He said, Nodding at her as he handed her some German money. Me and Camile got in, and Alois said something to the Taxi driver in German, before closing the door.

Soon, we were returned to the train station. We purchased new tickets with he Money Alois had given to us, and soon, we were on our way to Poland, sitting, yet again, across from each other on the train. Camile had called her parents and informed them of how she would be late, addressing them as Mr. and Mrs. rather than as her parents. I wondered.. how well would this actually work? Would it work at all? Well, we were going to find out soon.