Room 406, evening

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After some handwavey lunch and searching around, Isabel and Wyatt had split up to cover more ground to see if they could find any answers about what had happened and about their scheduled wedding.

Eventually Isabel returned to her room and started to rummage through, trying to get a better sense of who she was. The thick scrapbook she found was more frustrating then helpful. It was filled with pictures of people, that was true. And Isabel was beyond grateful that she had included names and stories about what was going on in the pictures on the pages of the book. But even though she looked so happy in the pictures with Greg and Parker, Cedric, Jack and Bel, right now they meant nothing to her. She wasn't even going to think about the stories that went with the pictures. They made no sense. The book ended with pictures from graduation, which for some reason seemed to have an alien apocalypse theme.

There were a small handful of loose pictures with summer dates on them from the beach and what Isabel assumed was New York City. Unfortunately the only person Isabel recognized in those pictures was a girl named Dawn, and that was only because she'd been in another picture in the scrapbook labeled Meerkats Forever!

The was one thing she was sure of though. There were no pictures of Wyatt. Which meant they'd either had a whirlwind romance, or the whole wedding thing was a joke between friends. After the pleasant time they'd spent together that day, Isabel wasn't sure which she preferred.

The door was open as Isabel continued to page through the scrapbook.

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All washed up and comfortably dressed, Isabel opened the door a few moments later with her eyes mostly closed. "All clear?" Without waiting for an answer, she instinctively made her way to the window and closed the blinds. "We can sleep in in the morning."

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"Maybe we'll even remember everything when we wake up," Wyatt said, scooting over to give Isabel room on the bed.

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"Maybe," she agreed, sliding into the bed and snuggling up to Wyatt. "And if not? We can make new memories." Just ignore the finger tip that just slipped under the hem of his t-shirt.

"You have longer arms. Can you turn out the lamp?" Isabel asked with a nod and a sad look towards the light on the shelf over the bed.

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"Sure," Wyatt said, pushing himself up one one arm, pausing to give Isabel a kiss before reaching for the lamp and turning out the light.

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Isabel ran her hand down his side as Wyatt reached for the lamp, wondering if they really wanted to keep to that stupid promise. That thought changed when the light disappeared. She went rigid and gasped, suddenly feeling confined and unexplainably terrified.

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"What's wrong?" Wyatt said, not turning the light back on just yet because he hadn't made the connection. "Isabel? You okay, honey?"

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"Turn the light on please?" Isabel asked, her voice just a little shaky. Of all the weirdness today, no memories, an unknown fiancee and a fast approaching wedding, this was the worst, because it meant something horrible had to have happened to her if her body still remembered being afraid of the dark.

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Wyatt turned the lamp back on. "What is it, what's wrong?" he said, settling back down beside her, wrapping one arm across her stomach.

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As soon as the lights were on, Isabel felt like she could breathe easier. Turning into Wyatt, Isabel didn't exactly cling. It was more like burrowing.
With clingy overtones. "I'm afraid of the dark," she explained quietly. "And I don't know why. All I know is you turned out the light and I was suddenly so scared."

Taking a slow, deep breath, she tried to relax some more. "Last night we had the lights on and the movie going. So it wasn't dark."

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Wyatt wrapped both arms against her and held her tightly. "It's okay, I won't let anything hurt you," he said, kissing the top of her head and wondering what it was about the dark that was making her tremble so much.

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"My hero," Isabel replied, closing her eyes and tucking her head under his chin. "Can we leave the light on? Or wait, let me see something."

Pulling away, she turned on the smaller star shaped lamp that rested on the shelf then turned off the bigger light. The darkness wasn't as overpowering and the fear didn't come back. "That works," she smiled as she returned to her warm and cozy spot in Wyatt's arms. "Is that okay?"

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"Perfect," Wyatt said, snuggling up. "I can sleep through bright lights and loud music as long as you're here with me."

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"I don't know that I can say the same," Isabel admitted. "About the sleep that is. But I think I'd be very content to lay here in the bright lights and listen to the music if you kept holding me like this."

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"Anything you want, beautiful," Wyatt said, giving her a tender kiss. He held her close through the night as they drifted off to sleep not dirty unlike the icon.