The Puppeteer<br/><br/><br/>He watched Jenny, when she jumped up and started pacing. Another flash of memories? Yes, she spoke of school, but she didn't even remember the name of it. Why was it so hard for her to remember? It was nothing physical, he had phoned with the hospital, introduced himself as her new therapist. The woman in the registry was captivated by his voice and his subtle flirting over the phone and she had told him that at the hospital they diagnosed her amnesia as psychologically caused. When he had asked her, if there was any hint on the reason there, the soft voiced woman had told him, that in the beginning she had asked several times for a John. But her parents refused to acknowledge that she ever was close to someone with that name and later she didn't react anymore on that name.<br/><br/>It had thrown him into an abyss and it made it more than ever necessary to bring her memory back. It had been hard enough to live with the knowledge that he could have prevented the accident from happening. But to know that they had hindered him from being at her side at the hospital and that his absence may have caused the amnesia - it was practically unbearable. He would have done all for Jenny, he would have never abandoned  her.<br/><br/>"Whitechapel, the school was named Whitechapel." He remembered it too and a soft laugh escaped him, when she mentioned his comment about the flower. They had gone to the park over lunch and Jenny had placed herself in the meadows, her legs crossed. He had looked down on her, before he took seat opposite of her and for a second he had believed she was a flower, with that dark red skirt in the green grass and her vibrant hair running down the red blazer. The moment came back to him, as if it had happened yesterday. "You look like a big flower in that skirt. Like a rose opening up into a beautiful blossom. I wished, I could be the first bee to discover it." His voice had been soft, dreamy and he longed to be back in those happier days. Oh, they had been so silly and so happy together. And now? Now he had to watch her fighting for memories to come back. She was watching the camera with a confused look and he sighed.<br/><br/>"Find the photographs, Jenny. Kate has taken pictures of you, a lot of them. You had always been so happy here. They are still in this house. I know it, probably in the locked rooms. Find them, maybe they spark your memory." Only when he saw her silent opening of her mouth, he realised that he had his finger on the speaker button the entire time. She had heard all he had said! Oh my god, how could he have missed that?