Keith tried to hide his anxiety, but simply couldn't. The monsters from his night terror were running rampant in his mind and infecting his peripheral vision. He didn't bother to tell her that he hadn't checked out of the hospital, he kind of assumed she knew he hadn't. As he followed Alex, the forest became more and more unnerving and frightening to him. The metal blocks in his mind to suppress his night terrors and fears in general were gone, not yet re-established with his mind still trying to re-boot. As the building came into view, Keith almost froze in place, some kind of image flashed before him, a memory his mind was trying to catch, but alas, it was gone before he could truly see it. He shook it off and followed her to the third floor where she asked him to speak.<br/><br/>"I-I won't lie to you, I don't know if things will be better off if we're together, but I don't think us being apart is a great idea. I'm still trying to piece everything together in my head, and most things are fuzzy, but one thing has been etched into my mind so deeply that I never forgot it. It's a question I asked myself, and I can't . . ." He paused, searching for the right words. "I can't believe that I would have made this question such an important thing in my mind that it wasn't even lost with my memory if the answer to the question wasn't the most important thing in my life. The question is 'Why are you doing this'. Every time I asked myself the question, I saw you. You were facing away from me, but I now know it was you I saw each time. I didn't know what it meant at first, but now I know that it meant that whatever I do, I do in some way, shape, or form for you. I'm still trying to remember why I love you, but I know that I do. I'm still trying to remember why you love me, but I feel like you do. And I can't think of a reason people who love each other shouldn't be together. Now, maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I don't know what's right and wrong, maybe I've lost my mind, but this is what I feel in my heart to be true." Keith pointed to the wrong side of his chest first, then realized he was and pointed to the other side, but was then unsure and pointed back to the other side. Suddenly, a memory of Alex putting his hand of her breast while she was drunk flashed into his mind and he blushed a bit. He remember how beer made her sassy, and then before that how she threw a ring at him in some kind of bar.