out
and grabbed it, stopping myself.
“What is this place?” I said.
“It’s a space station orbiting Neta Nexus
Nine,” said the girl. Neta Nexus Nine sounded familiar.
“What’s the planet like?” said Clive. “Maybe
we can go there some time if it isn’t ruled by an evil dictator or
something.”
“Maybe you should go down there and find out
for us, Clive,” said the girl.
I had been looking at the girl, a memory
coming back to me. I knew who she was and I knew how I felt about
her. I remembered giving her the ring. If there was anything more
to remember, it was, at least for the moment, lost.
We played a game of zero gravity tag, a
difficult game for me, much less so for the girl and Clive.
Following that we returned to the park in Macon, me in a dream-like
state.
“Where else can we go?” I said, filled with
excitement.
“I don’t know,” said the girl. “Eventide,
Blathus, Keek Snit, a bunch of places,” said the girl, looking
quite hard at Clive, clearly deciding something.
“I want to travel the way you do,” I
said.
“You can, dummy,” said the girl, turning away
from Clive.
“No, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You just don’t remember.”
I remembered her telling me that I didn’t
remember some things on some other world, but not what, and
wondered if that was a false memory.
“Can, I travel like you?” said Clive, a silly
grin on his face.
“I would think you would know the answer to
that question already, Clive,” said the girl.
There was a tone in her words, something that
made me feel like she knew something about Clive but was holding
back from saying anything direct.
“I would also think I would know if I could,”
said Clive. “Who knows? Maybe I can.”
“I have to go now,” she said, ignoring Clive,
taking my hand in hers.
“When will you be back?” I said.
“Maybe not for a while. We’ll see.”
“What do you mean?” I said, feeling my heart
sink.
“Don’t worry, Kev. I’ll find you. I always
do,” she said, and with that she disappeared.
“She is definitely and alien,” said Clive.
“Dude, you have an alien wife.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not so sure about that,” I
said.
The girl didn’t return to the park that
summer, or in any of the six following summers, but I remembered
her. Many times, I cried thinking about her, praying that she would
come back.
Seven years after that day, I visited Uncle
Joe again, alone this time. I had just graduated from high school,
co-valedictorian of my class. Clive and I shared that title. I
spent a month with my uncle, visiting the park every day. On my
last day there, she returned, transformed into something words will
never describe.
“You’ve grown,” she said.
“So have you. I’ve missed you.”
She smiled an ancient smile, something you
would never expect to see on a seventeen year old’s face, or on
anyone’s face, for that matter. In that instant I realized I had
peeked into infinity, and knew I was in the presence of much more
than a girl.
“Are you going to give me a kiss?” she
said.
I kissed her on the cheek and she turned her
head and gave me a more proper kiss. “I’m happy you remembered me
this time,” she said.
“There were times when I prayed I could
forget you like I forget everything else, but I’m happy I
didn’t.”
“Do you want to go somewhere?” she said.
“No, not really,” I said. “Maybe we can just
sit on the bench.”
I led her to the bench where we sat for
hours, and in those hours I felt like time had stopped, a static
universe surrounding us. We talked about countless things, about
her life and adventures, about what little of my life I could
remember, about the universe and all of the strange places that
existed within it, and about our love for each other.
“I have to go now,” she said.
“When will I see you again?”
“I don’t know, Kev. You are becoming more
difficult to track. You have to stop using that black cube all