Stolen Memories
By Dawn Yzaguirre


Father looked up from the chessboard at his regal son and thought. In the 13 years since Catherine’s death, he has hardly aged at all. Aloud he said, "So where is that grandson of mine?"

Vincent didn’t look up from contemplating his next move. "I believe that he and Thomas are helping Brooke and Jamie with the younger children."

Father nodded. "Has he gone above recently?"

Vincent knew that Father worried about Jacob's trips out of the tunnels. "Not in a few weeks." Then he sighed. "Father I realize that you don't agree with my decision to allow Jacob to go above at times but please try to understand. I want him to be as much a part of the world above as he can because his mother came from that world."

Father nodded. "Yes, and it is that world that deprived him and you of having Catherine here all these years."

Vincent put down the chess piece that he was holding and looked at his parent once again. "Not a day goes by that I don't think about that," he whispered. "Every time I look at my son I am reminded that even though I have him and he is safe, that neither one of us has Catherine."

Father could hear the sadness in his son's voice. He reached over and put his hand on Vincent's. "I didn’t mean to upset you Vincent. I just worry about both of you."

Vincent nodded. "I know Father, but as I said before I can't and won't deprive Jacob of his chances to experience the beautiful parts of the world above these tunnels."

At that moment Jacob and Thomas bounded into the chamber.

"Dad, I’ve been looking for you." Jacob remarked.

Vincent smiled and rose. "Well it seems that the two of you have found me."

"Dad, can I go above with Brooke and Jamie when they take the younger kids to play ball in the park?"

Vincent glanced at Father a moment then looked back at his son and his young friend. "Are you going, Thomas?"

The blonde haired boy nodded. "Yes, my mom said that as long as I did as Jamie and Brooke said I could go."

Vincent nodded then looked at his son again. "Well I have the same rule. As long as you do as you are told by Jamie and Brooke you may go."

Jacob walked over and hugged his father. "I love you."

Vincent tightened his arms around his son. "And I love you."

Jacob backed out of his arms. "We better get to Jamie's chamber before they leave without us."

The two boys turned and ran out of the chamber.

As this was happening, Catlyn Channing entered the park. She had just arrived in New York, but for some unknown reason felt very comfortable. She had lived for the past five years in Chicago after getting out of the hospital in Washington, where she had been in a very deep coma that had erased all of her memories of her past. She had no idea what her true identity was or even if she had any family that were worried about her. All she knew was that she had been taken hostage by a very dangerous man and injected with an overdose of morphine that should have been lethal but had instead put her into the coma. That was all that the doctors were willing to share with her, even though she believed that they might have known more than they were willing to admit.

Catlyn walked toward a large drainage tunnel where she saw a group of children playing ball. She sat down on a nearby bench and watched. The doctors had also told her that she had apparently given birth at one time before her coma and now all she could do was wonder where her child was and if he or she was all right. Her thoughts were interrupted when something hit her foot. She looked down and saw the ball that the children had been kicking. She reached down and picked it up, then looked up to see if the children were looking for it.

A moment later she saw a tall tawny haired boy standing in front of her.
"Is this yours?"

Jacob smiled and nodded. "Yes, it got away from me and my friends."

Catlyn smiled and gave the ball back to him. "What’s your name?"

Jacob thought for a moment about not answering but he felt an unusual connection to this woman. "Jacob."

Catlyn held out her hand to him. "My name is Catlyn."

Jacob extended his hand and shook hers tentatively.

"Do you and your friends live near here?"

Jacob was unsure of how to answer her question since he could not say anything about the tunnels. So he answered her as truthfully as he could. "Yes, we live close by."

Catlyn moved over on the bench. "Can you sit with me and talk for a moment?"

Jacob knew that he should not be talking to a stranger but he sat down. "Yes but only a moment. I might get into trouble."

"Do you live with your family?"

Jacob shifted slightly uncomfortable. "Yes I live with my father and my grandfather."

Catlyn noticed instantly that he did not mention his mother at all. "What about your mother?"

Jacob looked down a moment and shook his head. "No, my mother died the night I was born."

Catlyn put her hand on his shoulder. "Oh Jacob I am very sorry."

At that moment they heard Jamie calling. “Jacob? Where are you?”

Jacob rose and looked at Catlyn again. "I better get back before I get into trouble."

Catlyn also rose from the bench. "I hope we can talk again."

They shook hands once again, and Jacob ran back through the bushes to rejoin the others. Catlyn smiled as she watched him disappear. She picked up her purse and left the park on her way to the apartment that she had just rented. The FBI had supplied her with enough money to live on until she was able to find another job. They had told her that she was an attorney. But they had not told her that she worked at for the District Attorney of Manhattan.

Over the next few weeks, Jacob and Catlyn continued to meet in the park every afternoon. They talked about everything except things that Jacob knew he could not talk about. Catlyn immediately felt a strange type of connection to him.

One afternoon a few weeks after they met Catlyn stood just outside the drainage tunnel. Jacob had told her that he would meet her there when she came to see him. But on this day Jacob was not there to meet her. She looked around for a moment thinking that she had gotten the days mixed up. She was just about to leave when Jacob came out of the drainage tunnel. “Hi Catlyn, sorry I am late.”

Catlyn turned around happy that he had come after all. “Hey there! I thought you weren’t going to come."

Jacob walked back into the drainage tunnel. He and Catlyn always talked inside just beyond the secret door so that no one in the park would see them. Catlyn sat down on the sand and looked up at the young boy in front of her. She patted the area beside her. “Come sit down.” Jacob sat down beside her on the sand. "I had to finish my chores before I came to see you."

Catlyn put her hand on his shoulder. "Well, that’s very important."

Jacob looked down a moment trying to get the courage to ask her what he wanted to ask. “Catlyn, when you remember your past, if you leave, will you forget about me?” She looked at him startled. “Oh no! Jacob we have only known each other for the last few weeks but I feel as if I have known you all your life.” She put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to her side. “You will always be very special to me no matter where I go.”

After a moment, she could see that he seemed to have something else on his mind. "What else is bothering you, Jacob?”

He looked up at her again for a moment then looked down at the sand. He ran his hand through the grains and let them fall through his fingers as he spoke again. "Today would have been my parent’s anniversary."

Catlyn sighed and pulled him closer. "Oh sweetie I am so sorry," He was trying valiantly not to cry thinking that it was not something that a 13 year-old did. "How long were they married?”

Jacob shook his head and looked at her again. "It wasn’t that kind of anniversary."

Catlyn was confused. "Then what of kind anniversary was it?"

Jacob took a deep breath before speaking again. "The night my parent’s met my father saved my mother’s life after someone had attacked her.”

Suddenly Catlyn had a flash of memory, quickly gone again. Jacob noticed this and became very concerned. "Are you okay?"

She came back to reality after a moment and saw the concern on his face. "Yes, I’m fine.”

Jacob could see that whatever was on her mind had a great affect on her. “Did you remember something?”

Catlyn shrugged her shoulders. “I think so but I’m not sure.”

Jacob moved back and looked at her intently. “Do you remember what it was?”

Catlyn thought a moment then shook her head. "No it's gone again." She had told Jacob about having amnesia after she learned that like her his mother had been kidnapped.

Jacob rose from the tunnel floor and dusted off his jeans. "I have to get back before my Dad starts to worry."

Catlyn rose from the sandy floor also. "Okay, I’ll see you again very soon."

He walked her out of the drainage tunnel and watched her disappear. As he opened the secret door and made his way back into the tunnels he decided to ask his father and grandfather if they could introduce Catlyn as a new helper.

He arrived at Father’s chamber a few minutes later and found him there with Vincent. They were looking over some plans for the new guest chambers that were going to be built.

Vincent looked over his shoulder when he heard the footsteps. “There you are I was starting to get a bit worried.”

Jacob came down the steps and sat down in his father’s chair. Vincent and Father looked at one another both noticing that Jacob seemed a bit more quiet and subdued than usual. Father put his hand on his shoulder. “Are you all right?” Jacob looked up at them suddenly not sure of how to broach the subject of bringing Catlyn to the tunnels as a helper.

"Dad, can I talk to you and Grandfather about something?"

Vincent looked at Father a moment then at his son. "Of course you know you can talk to us about anything. He noticed the apprehension in Jacob’s eyes. “Are you all right?"

Jacob looked up at them again. "Yes, I’m fine."

Father sat down at his desk. "Mary said that you went up to the drainage tunnel again."

Jacob looked down again. He knew that his Grandfather did not like it when he went above. "Yes,"

Vincent could tell through the bond that Jacob was very apprehensive about something. He walked over and knelt down by the chair that Jacob was sitting in. He reached out and Placed his hand under his chin lifting it until their eyes met. "What’s troubling you?"

Jacob sighed and began to speak. "I want to ask you and Grandfather something but I think you’ll be mad at me." Vincent shook his head slightly. “How do you know how we will react unless you ask?”

Jacob swallowed and began to speak. “A few weeks ago when Thomas and I went above to the park to play with each other I met a woman while we were in the park.”

Father sat back in his chair. "Did you speak to her?"

Jacob looked at his Grandfather. "Yes, we talked for a few minutes."

Vincent turned back to Jacob and placed his hand on his shoulder. "You know that you are not to talk to anyone from Above that you don’t know."

Jacob looked at him again. "I know, Dad, but I felt very safe with Catlyn."

Vincent looked at Father, who shook his head wearily.

"What do you know about her?"

Jacob began to tell them what Catlyn had told him. "She just got to New York a while before I met her," he began. "She had been living in Chicago after getting out of the hospital."

Vincent said, "What was wrong with her?"

"She was in a coma."

Father shook his head. "That is very sad."

Jacob nodded in agreement. "Yes, and now because of the coma she can't remember anything about herself or her past."

Vincent turned and looked at him again. "Her real name is not Catlyn?"

Jacob shook his head. "No, the doctors let her pick out a new name when they let her out of the hospital."

Father sighed. “Jacob, as I said before it is very sad what this woman has had to endure, but what does this have to do with us?”

Jacob looked at his Grandfather again. “I want to know if we can ask her to become a helper,”

Father and Vincent looked at each other once again. They were both silent for a moment. Father was the first one to speak. “Jacob, you know that we must know everything we can about the people we choose as helpers.”

Jacob sighed and looked down once again. “I know but couldn’t you have Uncle Peter or Uncle Joe talk to her?”

Vincent rose from his kneeling position and turned to Father. “We could do that couldn’t we?” He knew through the bond that he shared with Jacob that this was very important to his son.

Father thought for a moment. “I suppose we could.”

Jacob smiled and rose. “Really?”

Father and Vincent both smiled. “Yes really.” Vincent sobered again. “But you must accept our decision when Uncle Peter and Uncle Joe tell us about her, no matter what that decision turns out to be.”

Jacob hugged him. “I will, but I know you will accept Catlyn. She’s great.” With that he ran from the chamber.

Once he was gone Vincent turned to Father again. “Thank you for indulging him.”

Father chuckled. “I could hardly tell you “no” when you were a child; how can I do that to him?” After a moment, he became serious once again. “I’ll send a message to Peter asking him to come below this evening.”

Vincent said, “I think Jacob should be here so that he can tell him about her.”

“I agree.”

Vincent moved over and stood beside Father’s chair. “I am going to see what Jacob is doing.” He leaned over and kissed Father’s forehead. “Don’t worry Father. As we told Jacob, if Peter and Joe are not comfortable with this woman we won’t bring her to the tunnels.”

Father nodded. “I know, Vincent. I just hope that whatever decision we make doesn’t end up breaking Jacob’s heart.” Vincent agreed with a look, then left the chamber to find his son.

Later that night Peter arrived at Father’s chamber. He smiled as he entered. “Hello, everyone.”

Jacob jumped up from his chair when he heard his voice. “Grandpa Peter!” He exclaimed as he ran to him.

Peter chuckled and hugged the boy. “Hey there big boy how are you doing?”

Jacob giggled. “I’m great!”

Peter put his arm around the boy’s shoulder then moved down the steps and sat down. “Your message sounded very mysterious.”

Father nodded. “Yes, I know.”

Peter was mystified. “So what’s going on?”

Father answered. “A while back Jacob met a woman in the park and now he wants to bring her below to be introduced as a new helper.”

Peter was surprised. He knew that Jacob wasn’t supposed to speak to strangers. He looked at Jacob and spoke. “How did you meet her?”

Jacob looked at his father, who smiled and nodded for him to explain. “Tell Grandpa Peter what you told us,”

Jacob looked at Peter again and started to speak. “A few weeks ago Thomas and I went with Jamie and Brooke to take the younger kids to the park.” Peter listened intently as the boy spoke. “While we were there playing ball it got away from us so I went to get it that’s when I met a woman named Catlyn.”

Peter opened a pocket notebook and took out his pen. “Do you know her entire name?”

Jacob nodded. “She told me her name was Catlyn Channing.” Peter wrote the name down.

Vincent put his hand on Jacob’s arm. “Tell him about the amnesia.”

Peter looked up. “She had amnesia?”

Jacob shook his head. “No, she still has it.” Peter wrote that down too.

“She told me that her doctors let her pick a new name.”

Peter looked up at him again. “Can you tell me what she looks like?”

Jacob smiled. “She’s very pretty.”

Father, Peter, and Vincent all smiled. “She has gray green eyes and long blonde hair.”

Vincent seemed a bit taken back by his description of her eyes and her hair. “Is her hair really blond like little Cathy’s?”

Jacob thought a moment. “No it’s sort of brown too.” Vincent nodded but did not respond.

Father noticed Vincent’s reaction but thought it not wise to speak at the moment with Jacob present. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”

Jacob thought a moment. “She has a scar in front of her ear.”

Vincent sat up in his chair at the mention of the scar. This was uncanny! “Does she know how she got it?”

Father put his hand on Vincent’s. “It can’t be, Vincent, don’t think it!” Vincent ignored him and looked at his son again waiting for his answer.

Jacob shook his head. “No she can’t remember how she got it.”

After a moment of silence Peter spoke again. “Jacob, does she know how she got amnesia?”

Jacob looked at Vincent for a moment then back at Peter. “She was kidnapped like my mom.”

Vincent put his arms around Jacob. “Are you all right?”

Jacob pulled back from his embrace. “Yes, it just makes me sad. Can I go now?”

Vincent looked at Peter. “Do you need anything else?”

Peter read through the notes he had taken and shook his head. “No, I think Joe can find out with this.”

Vincent gave permission. “Yes you may go.”

Jacob hugged him. “I love you Dad.”

Vincent held him tightly for a moment. “I love you too.” After Vincent released him Jacob ran from the chamber.

Once they were alone Vincent rose and started to pace.

Father was very much concerned. He knew what Vincent was thinking. “Vincent, it’s not possible! You know that this woman is not Catherine.”

Vincent stopped pacing and turned back toward his parent. “I know that, Father. It’s just that the description of this woman is so much like her.”

Peter agreed. “Yes, I have to admit the scar does sound like the one Catherine had.” He rose from his seat and put his notebook in his pocket. “I’m going to contact Joe tonight and after we have talked to her we will let you know what we find out.”

Vincent pulled a piece of paper from his vest. “Jacob gave this to me. It’s her address.”

Peter took the note and prepared to leave. “I’ll come below as soon as I have some news.”

Once he was gone Vincent sat back down in his chair. “Father, when I heard about the scar that this woman has my heart started pounding, thinking ‘what if it were Catherine?’”

Father rose and put his arm around Vincent’s shoulders. “I know, but you of all people know that is not possible.” He then held his son as Vincent once again relived the pain of losing the only woman he had ever loved.

The next day Peter and Joe drew up in a cab at the address that Catlyn had given Jacob. As they looked at the brownstone, Peter said, “This used to belong to a couple who were helpers.” Joe looked at him, surprised. “Really. Do they own it now?”

Peter shook his head. “No, their grandson owns it.”

Joe looked up the steps again. “Well I think we should get this over with.”

Peter looked at him. “You sound nervous.”

Joe shook his head. “Not really. I guess I am just a bit unnerved by the description of this woman that Jacob gave.”

Peter put his hand on Joe’s shoulder. “I think we were all a bit shaken.” Then they walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

They waited for a moment for someone to answer the door. Joe looked at Peter. “Maybe she’s not home.”

Peter nodded and turned. “You might be right.”

They were just about to walk back down the steps when the door opened.

“Yes, may I help you gentlemen?”

Peter and Joe turned and were shocked to see Catherine Chandler standing in the doorway.

Joe cleared his throat after a moment’s stunned silence. “Are you Catlyn Channing?”

Catherine nodded wearily. “Yes, how may I help you gentlemen?”

Joe smiled. “Do you know a little boy named Jacob?”

Catlyn smiled for a moment, then frowned thinking that she could be in trouble. “We just talk at times. I was never going to hurt him.”

Joe said quickly, “No, no, we understand that. May we come in and talk to you?”

She hesitated for a moment until he pulled out his identification. “I’m the District Attorney of Manhattan. But I’m also a very close friend of Jacob’s father.”

Catlyn looked at Peter questioningly. He smiled. “I am his surrogate Grandfather. His mother was like another daughter to me.”

Catlyn nodded. “Do they want me to stay away from him?”

Peter could hear the sadness in her voice. He raised his hand and shook his head. “No, his father is just curious about you.”

She looked up at him again, feeling a bit more at ease. “Would you gentlemen please come in?” She moved back and so that they could enter the foyer.

Closing the door she turned toward them again. “We can talk in the library.” They followed her into the room off to the right of the foyer.

As they entered the library she smiled. “Please have a seat. Excuse the mess, I’m just getting settled.”

Joe and Peter sat down. “The reason that we are here is that Jacob has asked his Father and his Grandfather if you can be introduced to their small community.”

She smiled lovingly. “He is such a precious child. It is very sad that he has had to grow up this long without his mother.”

Joe smiled. “Yes, but his father loves him very much.”

She sat down in a chair by the sofa. “Yes, and Jacob loves him right back!” Rising once again she asked. “Would either of you like some coffee?”

Joe and Peter smiled. “Yes that would be nice.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, Peter looked at Joe. “My God! Joe, can you believe this?”

Joe smiled and shook his head. “No! I bet Jacob never dreamed that the woman he has gotten so close to over the last few weeks is really his mother.”

Peter agreed. “I just wish she could remember them.”

Joe sighed. “Well, maybe she will in time.”

“I can’t wait to tell Vincent,” said Peter, with a smile.

Joe frowned. “Should you?”

Peter said, “I don’t think keeping this from him would be a good idea.”

Joe looked at him and sighed. “But she can’t remember him.”

Peter thought a moment. “Yes, but knowing that she survived will make him very happy, and maybe in time she will remember.”

At that moment Catlyn came back from the kitchen and the three of them settled down and had a wonderful chat.

Later that night Peter arrived at Father’s chamber. He found Vincent and Father in the middle of their nightly chess game. They both looked up when he entered the chamber.

“We weren’t sure if you would be coming below tonight,” said Father.

Peter sat down. “Yes, I have news for you both.”

Vincent set the chess piece back on the board. “You’ve seen her?”

Peter nodded and took a sip of tea from the cup that Father offered. “Yes. Joe and I saw her this afternoon.”

Father looked at him doubtfully. “So what did you find out about this woman?”

Peter put his cup down. “All I can say is that a miracle has occurred.”

Vincent looked over at Father then back at Peter. “A miracle?” His heart beating faster as the hope once again built up in his chest.

Peter put down the cup and put his hand on Vincent’s arm. “Catlyn Channing is really Catherine Chandler.”

Vincent and Father sat in stunned silence for a moment, then Vincent spoke again. “Are you certain?”

Peter smiled and nodded. “Yes Vincent. Joe and I both saw and spoke to her. It is definitely Catherine.”

Vincent suddenly rose from his chair. Father looked up at him. “Are you all right?”

Vincent stood with his back to them for a few moments. When he turned to face them again, the two older men saw the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I have dreamed that something like this could happen,”

Father and Peter smiled. “We know Vincent; I think we’ve all had that dream.” Father told him.
He looked at Peter again. “Did she remember you or Joe?”

Peter sighed and shook his head. “No, she didn’t.”

Vincent sat back down heavily, staring straight ahead. “Father, how am I supposed to function, knowing that the woman I love more than anything is alive, but that she doesn’t remember anything about me or our relationship?”

Father reached over and put his hand on Vincent’s arm. “She could remember in time.”

Vincent looked at Peter. “Do you think that’s possible?”

Peter shrugged. “I can’t make any guarantees Vincent but anything is possible.”

Vincent stood once again. “I want her reintroduced to our community as soon as possible.”

Father looked at him. “Are you certain that is a good idea right now?”

Peter looked at Father. “Jacob, I agree with Vincent. The sooner we bring her to the tunnels the sooner she might start to remember her past.”

Father thought a moment. “We need to let everyone know about this so that they are not shocked.”

Vincent agreed. “We can tell them tomorrow at the community meeting.”

Peter rose. “I have to go but Joe and I will bring her to the tunnels day after tomorrow.” Then he put his hand on Vincent’s arm. “I know it’s hard because she can’t remember you right now but the most important thing is that she is alive.”

Vincent looked at his father’s dear friend. “You’re right, Peter, that’s what is most important.”

Once he was gone Father looked at Vincent again. “What are you going to tell Jacob?”

Vincent moved toward the steps. “The truth.”

Father nodded in understanding. “When?”

Vincent thought a moment. “I’ll tell him tonight.”

As he climbed the steps he said, “I’m going to the falls for a while.”

Father waved his hand. “Yes, you go on.”

Vincent left the chamber.

Later that night Vincent entered Jacob’s chamber and found him sitting on his bed reading. “Jacob I need to talk to you about something extremely important.” Jacob looked up as his father moved over and sat down on the bed beside him.

Jacob closed his book and moved up against the headboard. “Dad, is everything all right?”

Vincent put his arm around Jacob’s shoulders pulling him close. “Yes, my son. Everything is fine.” After a moment, Vincent rose from the bed and walked across the chamber, then he turned and looked at Jacob again. “I need to tell you something about your friend Catlyn.”

Jacob smiled upon hearing her name. “Did Uncle Joe and Grandpa Peter talk to her?”

Vincent moved back to the bed and sat down once again. “Yes, they saw her this afternoon.”

Jacob leaned forward eagerly. “Is she going to be a helper?”

Vincent smiled at his son’s excitement. “Something like that,” he responded. With that he rose again. “I have something to show you. I’ll be right back.”

Jacob watched as his father left the chamber, wondering what ‘something like that’ meant.

A few moments later when Vincent returned, Jacob noticed that he was carrying a large covered object “What’s that?”

Vincent placed the painting against the wall of the chamber and pulled the cover off.

Jacob’s eyes grew wide when he saw the two people in the painting. “Dad! That’s you and Catlyn!”

Vincent moved back to the bed and sat down again. “No, that’s me and your mother, Catherine.”

Jacob looked at him with wonder in his eyes. “Catlyn’s my mother?”

Vincent put his arms around him. “Yes Jacob, she is.”

Jacob leaned back, wonder in his eyes. “I thought my mother was dead.”

Vincent tightened his arms around Jacob. “We all thought she was.”

Jacob moved back in his father’s embrace so he could look up at Vincent’s face. “Is she going to come back home to us soon?”

Vincent smiled one of his rare smiles. “Yes, she is coming below tomorrow to be reintroduced to the community.”

Jacob looked down for a moment.

Vincent could feel his sadness through their bond. “What is it?”

Jacob looked up at him again. “Will she ever remember us?”

Vincent sighed and pulled him into his arms again. “I am not sure, Jacob, but we’re going to keep the hope that she will.” After a moment he released Jacob and rose. “Now you should get back to your lessons then go to bed.”

Jacob grinned. “Okay I will try to concentrate...I love you, Dad.”

Vincent turned in the chamber entrance and looked at his beloved son once again. “And I love you, Jacob.” As Jacob turned his attention back to his book Vincent quietly left.

The next day Father and Vincent gathered everyone in the main chamber. “We have discovered some wondrous news that we had to share.” Father announced. He looked at Vincent and nodded.

Vincent spoke quietly, but everyone heard him. “Yesterday Peter and Joe found out that the woman that Jacob met in the park a few weeks ago is in fact Catherine, our Catherine Chandler!” Everyone began talking at once asking many questions. Vincent raised his hand to silence them. “She is coming below with them this afternoon, but she doesn’t remember anything or anyone from the tunnels.”

Jamie spoke then. “Will she get her memory back?”

Father replied. “We hope so, Jamie. It’s just going to take time.” The buzz of talk began again as everyone made plans for their visitors.

Later that afternoon Father entered Vincent’s chamber. “Are you all right?”

Vincent looked up from the book that he was trying to read. “I’m just nervous.”

Father put his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “Are you certain that you should not be there to see her?”

Vincent’s face showed the tension that he was trying valiantly to hide. “ It’s going to be a new experience for her, meeting everyone again. I don’t want to risk frightening her.”

Father shook his head. “Vincent, she may not remember you right now but I am certain that you could never frighten her.”

Vincent closed his book and put it down. “Even so, Father, she is going to be under a great deal of stress and I will not add to that.”

Father nodded. “We’ll all be in the main chamber.”

Vincent chuckled at his parent’s attempt to get him to join the entire community in welcoming Catherine home. “I know, Father. I’ll wait here for Jacob.”

Sometime later, Catlyn/Catherine entered the tunnels with Peter and Joe. “Jacob lives here?” she asked, amazed.

Joe and Peter both grinned. “Yes. There is an entire community here.” Peter explained.

At that moment they heard a message on the pipes. Catherine stopped for a moment and listened. “They’re communicating with one another,” she said.

Joe looked at her curiously. “How do you know that?”

She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not really sure,”

Joe looked over at Peter. They were both encouraged by her recognition of the pipes as a form of communication. Maybe it would just be a short time before her memory was fully restored.

A few minutes later, they reached the main chamber and found the entire community assembled. Catherine looked at Joe and Peter who both nodded. She took a deep breath then walked down the steps into the chamber.

She smiled when she saw Jacob standing beside Father. “Hey kiddo, it is so good to see you again,” Jacob came forward into her arms. He wanted so badly to call her mom but he knew from talking to his father that he couldn’t do that.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He whispered as he moved back. Taking her hand he guided to her to Father. “This is my Grandfather.”

Catherine smiled and held out her hand. “I am pleased to meet you.”

Father smiled in return. “And I am very pleased to meet you! You can call me either Jacob or Father as everyone here does.”

She smiled slyly then looked at her son. “I think I should call you Father. It could get confusing otherwise.”

Mary moved forward. “I am Mary.”

Catherine shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.” She then looked around the chamber. “Is your father here, Jacob?”

The boy looked at Father then at Catherine again. “No. He decided that it was too soon for you to meet.”

Catherine sighed and looked down for a moment. “I was really hoping to meet him.”

At that moment a wonderful voice spoke from the shadows outside the chamber entrance. “I am here.”

Catherine swung around when she heard his voice. Her face whitened and she staggered a little as all the memories, everything, all the years, all her love for Vincent, came flooding back, overwhelming her. That voice, that beloved voice, had broken the floodgates that had held for thirteen years, with three words.

“Vincent?” she asked, in a half whisper, as she recovered somewhat from the rush of memory. “…Vincent?”

He stepped into the light of the chamber, and lowered his hood. She gasped and cupped her hand over her mouth.

He thought he had frightened her. He spoke very low. “I’ll leave, don’t… don’t be frightened.”

“No…no! Don’t leave me, Vincent…please!”

When he saw the tears streaming down her face, his heart leaped, and he decided in a split second to take a chance. “Do…do you remember me?”

Wordlessly she held out her arms, then the words came in a rush. “Oh God, Vincent, hold me…please!”

Tears sprang to his eyes as he gazed at her holding out her arms in supplication. In a moment he was down the steps with no knowledge of how he did it, and she was gathered into his arms. His voice was husky with tears as he murmured into her soft hair, breathing in the beloved fragrance of his love, “Oh Catherine…Catherine, you’re home!”

Everyone in the chamber had tears in his or her eyes as they watched the joyous reunion. Jacob looked up at Father and smiled through his own tears. Father put his hand on Jacob’s shoulder and urged him forward. The boy understood what he was saying and moved toward his parents. When he was at their side he spoke. “Mom?”

Catherine moved back in Vincent’s arms and looked down at the boy she had gotten to know over the last few weeks. “Yes, baby, I am your mom.” Catherine put her arm around his shoulders and swept him into the embrace of both his parents, for the first time in his life.

End Chapter 1

To be continued in Chapter Two.