<span style="font-weight: bold">The Puppeteer</span><br/><br/>He had listened to Jenny after she had entered the film theater. It was kind of encouraging to hear those small bits of memories coming back and at the same time it was utterly frustrating. Jenny remembered only so small parts that she couldn't connect them. He wanted to help her, but how could he help her just enough that she found her own memory and didn't stop with what he told her? He had no idea, but he may have to work something out.<br/><br/>The Puppeteer watched her tidying up the room and finding the journal page he had left there. Again it didn't struck her that Kate was the lady she remembered. And that the handwriting was his. He sighed loudly when she showed him the page and pressed the speaker button.<br/><br/>"No, Jenny, this is not some sick joke. It is your memory, your life before the accident happened. You have been a lot in this house, I have been the boy sitting at your feet. And the lady next to you had been my mom, Kate. I could tell you all that had happened at that time, but that won't help you, Jenny. You haven't lost your memory, you banned it. I don't know why, maybe because you waited all the time for me to visit you in the hospital. But I know that all is still there and I want you remember it and to understand why I couldn't visit you. You have never heard about the tragedy happening in this house and now you will learn about it. I am sorry that I have to confront you with all this, but you deserve to have your memory back."