A Fight to Remember

As Seen on TV

A/N: The format is going to be different here... documentary style! Imagine that you are a camera when you read this... And note the jump in year!

September 2035 Seattle.

"Is that thing on?" A woman's voice says, the view shifts from black to yellow orange as the camera takes in the glow from the sun.

"Yes, we're on, ma'am." The camera settles and stills. The lens focuses on a slight woman in jeans walking on a gravel path bordered by evergreens.

"This is so weird," she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"So, we'll just start with your name and go from there?" asks the narrator.

The woman nods and sighs loudly. You can see she is past middle age, the lines on her face are a little world weary but her complexion is clear, her eyes intelligent and wise. She turns away from the camera and you see the stunning view of Seattle in the early afternoon. The sun is shining high in the sky, pushing grey clouds away from the sea. The skyline of seattle is magnificent. The space needle captures attention even among glittering skyscrapers. A ferryboat is pulling in from Bainbridge to dock at the pier.

"Ma'am?" The camera pulls back and refocuses on her face.

"Sorry... I just miss-," she swallows. "So where were we? My name?"

"Yes, your name, and a little bit about yourself and your diagnosis."

"Okay," she says, and now you have a full view of the woman. Her attire is an off white hoodie with a purple quilted fall vest around her small frame, simple jeans and white running shoes. Her cheeks are rosy attesting to the mild chill in the air despite the sunshine. When she blinks, her eyes seem to change color, from green to grey to light blue as the sun and sky reflect off them. "I'm Meredith Grey, and I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's a year and a half ago."

"Walk toward the camera and tell us a little more about yourself." A bland male voice asks.

"Um, okay... " The angle shifts now, and the camera man must be in front of her, walking backwards as she follows his instructions. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell us about your family, do you have any children?"

Her expression brightens, her lips pulling into a beautiful smile flashing white teeth. "I have three kids, they're all grown up now." She counts with her fingers, "Uh Zola- we adopted her, she's a nurse practitioner, she helps run a clinic I think." Another finger, "Um there's my son Bailey, he's in Med school, he wants to be a surgeon." Third finger, "And Ellis, she works at ..." she shakes her head. "I can't remember the name of the dammed place she works at, but it's nice. She serves coffee there, and she works on her art and... she um... what's the word? Like what you're doing now but not a movie...shoot, I can't remember."

"Photography?"

"Yes! That's it."

"What about your husband?"

Her bright smile fades, and she turns from the sun, causing a shadow to cast over her features. "Well the tsunami... he was lost in the tsunami..."

"I'm very sorry..."

She shrugs and continues walking. Only the sound of footsteps on gravel can be heard. An unsettling crunch crunch crunch. "Where were we?" she asks.

Nanaimo, BC September 2035

"Hello, my name is Chelsea Brandt," There's a slight blur, a hand reaches over, the view sharpens on a young red headed woman in her twenties. She has large glasses that frame her face, and you get the impression that she wears them for style. "I'm a journalism student from UBC, I'm here in Nanaimo BC, to track down a rumor of an amnesiac man who now works for Vancouver Island search and rescue."