Mason closed her eyes as another memory fluttered through her mind. "My amnesia won't last very long. My memories are already slowly returning." She said
Booker gazed up into the night sky, the moon very beautiful this night. It was a full moon, but the crescent moon, in his eyes, bested it and all the shapes it took during the other cycles.
"Heh, that you did. I'm glad you're alright, but, I'm still sorry for putting you through that temporary mess." Booker responds, looking away slightly.