"What happened?"
She tore away my shirt sleeve carefully, wiping away the warm stickiness. Her voice was choked when she spoke. "I remember. I was trying to find the car to tell you. It got dark so fast I got lost coming back. Then I heard that...."
"Forget about that. Karen, your memory is back?"
"Yes. Everything makes sense now."
"And you wanted to see Paul," I said.
"Not Paul, you."
She was too far ahead of me. I was content to lie and hold her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her.
"Oh David. I found your picture. That's why I remembered."
"I don't understand."
"It isn't very clear, but when I got on the ship I put my personal things in a small suitcase. I saw it later but I didn't know it was mine. After you had gone I suddenly thought about putting it somewhere. I had shoved it in the clothing locker because I wouldn't need it."