Yesterday is gone

Love her

{{Lucky for you @twinsister27, someone just started reading Tale of Two Cities}}

"You want us to do what?" asked Chris, watching his boss twirl around looking for things.

"He needs some time outside. He'll die if he's cooped up all day." Stephanie took some items off the table and began shoving them into her purse.

"But," Jason bubbled, trying to find the right words. "He's- it- we- how-."

"Don't worry," Steph retorted. "just keep him distracted. Call me if you need any help."

Chris blinked. "What are we supposed to do with a man who can't remember anything?"

"He can remember things," Stephanie huffed, getting ready to head up the stairs. "He just needs, uh, constant reminders."

Jason and Chris exchanged dubious glances. Soon enough, Matthew was being led down the stairs before them by his wife.

"Hello," the oblivious man greeted merrily. "Who are you?"

Chris blinked and glanced to Jason. Jason's look said 'not my problem' before the natural blonde walked out to start the car.

"I'm Chris," introduced the employee. "And you're Matthew, right?"

"I am?" MatPat questioned, looking down at his wife. "Hey, my name is Matthew. How cool, huh?"

"It's great," Steph grunted, dragging her husband towards the door. "We have to go."

"Where are we going?"

"The mall."

With Matthew successfully stuffed in the back seat of the car with Chris, Jason began heading out. Chris used a fidget spinner to keep Matthew amused, with Matt only asking where they were every 40 seconds.

When they arrived at the mall Stephanie immediately hopped out of the car. "Okay," she sang merrily, "I'm going to go meet someone. If you need me, call me. Otherwise, I'll call you when I'm ready to leave."

Jason turned to look back at his co-worker. Chris's eyes cried out in a despite plea of help. "Don't look at me," Jason dismissed, getting out of the car.

"Where are we?" Matthew repeated.

*

"Thank you for meeting with me," Stephanie quickly babbled, standing up as the man approached, "it's very nice and you didn't need to and you're giving up you're day and-"

Dr. Johnson raised a hand to stop her constant barrage of words. "It's alright," he soothed. "I actually was very curious about your husband's case, and when you asked to meet, I was surprised that you weren't given a proper debrief on what to expect."

"No one told me anything," gibed Steph angrily. "All I was told was to just take him home. I don't know about any meet ups, I don't know if they need him back to perform another surgery, and he even seems worse than when we sent him in there."

Johnson sighed. "I'm terribly sorry about all of this. Firstly, memory should come back on its own, and aside from some checkups that they'll call you to schedule, there shouldn't be anything. This is the last operation. If he doesn't get better after this then, well, we'll get into the realm of experimentation and I can't say anything for sure."

The doctor took a moment to sip from a coffee he'd brought with. "Things won't be ready to go back to normal right away. He'll have lost about a year of his life. And worst of all, we have to sever all connections to put the tissue back in. Once that's done, it'll take a while before his brain can start recording anything again. Most importantly, things will get worse before they get better. But they will get better. Of that, I can assure you."