"I told you."
"It's amazing. It's like he's a total blank slate."
"You say that like it's a good thing." Bliss glared at Mimi and went back inside the room.
"What did she want to know?" she asked Dylan.
Dylan shrugged. "Not much...just a few weird things - and something about jeans or something. I didn't really get what she was after. I told her I didn't even know my name when I woke up."
"You really have no idea who I am?" Bliss asked, sitting next to Dylan on the bed.
He looked down at the comic book he was leafing through and put it away. Then he reached over and held her hand in his. She was surprised and looked at him fearfully...hopefully...
Dylan frowned and then finally spoke. "I don't know who you are. But I do know that every time I see you, I feel better."
Bliss squeezed his hand and he squeezed hers back. They sat holding hands for a very long time. Until Mimi knocked on the door to let Bliss know Dylan's doctor was ready to see them.
As they walked to the main building, Mimi took off her sunglasses and squinted at a figure walking toward Dylan's cottage. "Hey, isn't that Oliver Hazard-Whatever?"
"Yeah," Bliss said. Oliver had told her he might be visiting Dylan after school. Apparently he came up a lot to keep Dylan company. The two of them played chess. Dylan might have lost his memory, but he hadn't lost his ability to slaughter Oliver at the game, Oliver had told her.
"Hold on. I want to talk to him for a bit," Mimi said, heading in his direction.
Bliss wondered what on earth Mimi would want to talk to Oliver about. The two of them despised each other. But they were too far away for her to overhear them.
She did notice that when Mimi returned, she looked extremely pleased with herself, even more so than usual.
As for Oliver, Bliss didn't have a chance to catch up with him. Whatever Mimi said to him shook him up so much, he never did visit Dylan that day.
se Mimi wanted to see Dylan right away, they decided to visit him the next day, which would mean cutting classes again. Not that Bliss minded all too much. Her grades were the furthest thing on her mind at that point. That evening, Bliss did not ask her father why he hadn't told the Conclave about Dylan. She was wary about letting him know she knew he was keeping secrets from her. Forsyth must have had his reasons, but somehow Bliss had a feeling he wouldn't share them.
The next afternoon Bliss packed Dylan a care package. She knew he was receiving the best care money could buy, but Transitions wouldn't have the newest indie-rock CD or a copy of Absolute Sandman. She thought maybe if he had a couple of his favorite things, it would remind him who he was, and in tandem, what Bliss had meant to him. She just didn't want to give up on him. She'd even decided to stop feeling rejected about what had happened when they'd made out that fateful night. Maybe Dylan freaking out on her was just part of his sickness.
Jordan walked by the doorway and peeked inside Bliss's room. "Are you going up to Saratoga again?" she asked.
"Yeah. Mimi wants to go see Dylan for the Conclave. And his doctor's there today. I can finally ask what's going on with him," Bliss explained, folding a new leather motorcycle jacket she'd had her stylist track down at Barneys and stuffing it into the shopping bag.
Her sister walked in and sat on the bed, watching Bliss pack. "Hey ... I wanted to ask you...you know how you used to have your blackouts?"
"Uh-huh." Bliss nodded, deciding against bringing the teddy bear in a "Get Well" T-shirt she'd bought on impulse at a card shop. Dylan would definitely think it was corny. He'd always made fun of her for having so many stuffed animals on her bed.
"Do you still get them?"
Bliss paused and thought about it. The blackouts used to come with unnerving regularity. She would pass out and wake up somewhere completely different from where she'd begun, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there. "No. And I haven't had a nightmare in months either."
"That's good," Jordan said, looking relieved.
But Bliss wasn't finished talking. "It's like, I get them during the day now. Like the other day - I saw this weird thing. I was holding my hairbrush and it turned into this, like, gold snake. Scared the crap out of me."
Jordan paled. "Gold snake?"
"Yeah."
"And the other day I looked up at the sky, and I saw this seven-headed dragon. Freaked me out."
"This happens a lot?" Jordan asked.
Bliss shrugged. "Kind of. I asked Dad about it. He said it was all ..."