Stories, my ideas

To know the unknown

There's a man, who knows everything that comes with an equation, he spent all his life up to high school memorizing them all, then there's the girl, that knows everything but equations, she fails school, yet she could solve a murder mystery with no problem, she used to know everything just like him but when she seemed further, she got amnesia remembering only the more complicated things. She seeks the knowledge and answers so she came to this man, actually she was brought to him by agent because he was curious about her. But even the things that don't have equations, need equations, to time travel, you have to freeze yourself until that time comes, be careful not to miss it, to go back you have to be in a coma, you have to know that later on you will need to go back to that time, all unlogical equations come with a risk, that's how she got amnesia, she risked it, and it all went wrong, not as bad as it could have but it was still bad and with one question left she asks him
"who am I?" And he starts laughing
  "isn't it logical to know your own name?"
"I told you, I know nothing of logic, upon loosing my logic, I lost my identity in the process" so he does a bunch of tests and tries to find out who she is and on her record files it said she was dead because of an explosion in her house
  "oh yes, my house did explode when I was seeking the unlogical reason of the world" the he checked her to see if she was alive, she was
"immortality, another mystery, unlogical, the equation to everlasting life" she says looking up at the ceiling.
"It's a terrifying place"
"What do you mean by that?"
"The moment the demons come to take your life, you have no choice but to go with them, they will escort you to a court where you are judged, that is part logic that I have seen after my amnesia"
"And where is this said?"
"A book"
"May I ask which book"
".... I do not remember"
-time skip-
"Hey.. I just had an idea"
"Yes?"
"What if we wrote a book?"
"A book? That seems interesting"
"It does, doesn't it?"
     "I can't write"
     "Don't worry, I'll teach you"
     "But..." 
     "Relax, it'll work out"
     "K..."
                  -narrator-
    And so they lived on, writing a book, they published it. They never got married but were pronounced a couple, and married. They say that the two walked into heaven, holding hands.