One quick note, I really dislike the word later so I'm going to use "despues" which is the Spanish word for later.  On with the show… REMEMBER ME Part 3-A Chance Meeting Une smiled as she came through the door at the book shop.  She hoped the concealer hid the large bags under her eyes.  She barely slept. "I guess you didn’t get that much sleep last night," Emily said getting things organized before the customers began to show up. "I never get enough sleep.  I try everything, none of it works.  I stayed at the beach all night, I think I may have dozed off around 4, but I'm not sure," Une looked over to Emily and saw her begin to make that face of hers.  "Don’t say anything.  You've told me a million times and I never listen.  I understand that its not safe, but." "But what Une?  I won't say anything," she sighed, "You should really try sleeping on a bed.  Us, normal people find it very comfortable." She looked at Emily for a second.  If she was normal she wouldn’t have been in OZ, or any other military organization.  She would have graduated from Etiquette School and married some rich baron and lived happily ever after, but she wasn’t normal. "Here, this came for you," Emily said handing Une a small white envelope, "Actually, it didn’t come, I found it outside the building in the morning." "Contessa Lady Anne Une Casteel," Une read aloud.  She stopped suddenly, no one knew about them, they were from a past life.  One in which she had died. "I wondered about those.  Are they true?  I've always wanted to know someone from aristocratic background.  All those balls and parties always amazed me," Emily said her eyes glazed over with misconceptions about being nobility.  If she only that it was not as nice as it seemed.  If only she understood Une wanted a normal life, one in which she was not haunted by horrible memories.  If only she understood how much Une wanted the family Emily had, a mother, father, and many siblings.  If only… Une directed her attention to Emily and pushed the thought to the back of her mind. "They are from my days as a soldier.  I don’t use them anymore," she wasn’t allowed to use them was the thing.  Whoever had sent her this had spent quite some time researching her.  She opened the letter and small white pages listing.  Her name was circled with the phrase, 'You know me, do I know you?' The circulation throughout her body stopped and she felt herself become pale.  It was Treize's hand writing.  She knew it from a million.  She crumpled up the paper and threw it at the waste basket.  She missed. "Are you all right Une?  What was it?" "It was nothing, just a joke," she said trying to convince herself more than Emily.  Yes, that is what it was, a sick twisted joke.  Someone trying to make her pay for her sins.  Someone…just someone…not Treize.  Not Treize. ~*~Despues~*~ She sat on the beach again.  It was cold but she didn’t shiver.  She was too preoccupied with the letter sent to her.  Who had it been?  Why had they done this to her? "What if it is him?" She asked herself out loud, there was no one else on the beach so it didn’t matter.  She closed her eyes, she couldn’t keep doing this.  She had spent one and a half years doing it.  She couldn’t start again. She had spent a year and a half jumping to answer the door, or the phone.  She hoped, prayed, it would be him.  But it wasn’t.  She ran faster when Zechs came back, if he could make it, why couldn’t Treize? "Stop, please stop," she asked herself.  She had a new life, new obligations, new promises.  She didn’t have time to stop every five minutes and dispute the possibility that he survived.  She didn’t have time to imagine or dream about him, she didn’t have time. She was so for gone she didn’t even hear the foot steps get closer.  She didn’t even have time to react as he grabbed her and covered her mouth preventing her from screaming.  She didn’t have time for anything…