Then he looked at the young 23 year old woman making him breakfast in her kitchen. He says. "I apologize for asking, miss. But I'm afraid I don't know or remember who you are." He stops what he's doing. He puts down the knife used to cut the strawberries and turns around. He has a worried look on his face. Shaking my head now towards the floor almost in dismay. “Not yet,” he sighs with his left hand on his forehead and his right on his hip. He looks up at the man and goes to sit at the kitchen table. She grabs his strong hands and then looks into his dark blue eyes. "Nate, I should have known it was happening again by the way you looked at me when I got out of bed," she says worriedly. “You should have known what was happening again,” he asked you with a confused look on his face. “Nate,” the woman says. “Yes,” he says. The woman sighs. “I wish I didn't have to explain it to you today. Everyday," she says sadly. "Explain what," he asks, frustrated that she didn't just tell him. As Nate and the woman sit at the table waiting for an answer, they hear a child running up the steps. outdoors with a dog nearby.