Aaliyah felt nostalgic. Jameel had booked them into the same hotel, that her and Jameel had stayed in during their trip. In a strange twist, Aaliyah found herself in the same room as before. Memories overwhelmed her as she sat in her room, playing with her children. She was so happy she was with them, the thought of not being able to come with them had killed her. Jameel must of realised something, because he didn't ask any questions. Just let her come. Aaliyah was busy unpacking her children's stuff. They had made a lot of noise, so Jameel had given in and let them stay with Aaliyah.
"Mum, did you and dad stay here when you came here on holiday?"
"Yes, we stayed in this room. But during the day, we used to go out and explore. This is a beautiful place. When we go exploring tomorrow, I'll show you some of mine and dads favourite places."
Aaliyah soothed her children to sleep, and smiled as she watched over them. They were her everything. She was glad nothing had happened to them in the crash. Her children had been saved, but the crash had taken her Jameel from her. It had snatched his memory. Her own husband didn't know who she was. To him, she was just a housekeeper. Aaliyah lay down, next to her children and tried to sleep.
Jameel was in the next room, pacing. He couldn't sleep. His bed felt empty. It hurt him that his love was next door, and he couldn't do anything about it. He just wanted to go next door, and take her in his arms. Being back here was harder than he thought. He didn't expect to be hit by a wave of nostalgia as soon as they arrived. But the memories were getting worse with time. He screamed at his frustration. He grabbed her picture and tried to sleep.
