The sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away. Watching the lake, as the sky is being dyed in pink and orange. "Hi, Pudge." An old woman appears from nowhere.

"Oh, it's you again. By the way I'm not Pudge, it's Miles."

"Where was I last time?"

"You said you're my wife...from the future. How can you prove it?"

"Oh, Pudge."

"Miles."

"I know everything about you, we've been together since high school. I know there's only two person came to your farewell party, plus they're not even friends to you, right?"

I can't believe I'd tell anyone about this. As I'm going to ask her more, everything went black.

I open my eyes, found myself laying on the bed. It's was the dream again, an old woman claiming she's my future wife. Although it's ridiculous, but I can't get it out of my mind. Recalling what she said in my dream: we've been together since high school. Wait , high school? Could it be Lara? We've been dating for one week, she's a cute, lovely, charming, proactive girl. One time I was studying at McDonald's, she just came to me to get my number. The prettiest girl I've ever met, and my first love. Got a girlfriend in high school, that's a high school goal isn't it? I'm glad I left Florida.

I dream about the old woman again. "Here you are." She came to me and sit beside me. She lit a cigarette and asked: "You want some?" "No, I don't smoke." "Oh, You will." She smiled.

"So...were we happy together? How were we in high school? Do we have kids?"

I'm so curious about the future. In the dream we talked a lot. And she likes listen to me reading people's last words.

"You were so in love in me. I remember in high school, we drank, we smoke, and prank. At that time I wasn't a happy person."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you right now, but Pudge, you're the one who get me out of the labyrinth."

That's the last time I dream about the old woman.

At Friday night, I chill at Lara's room, fooling around. Have a glance at the bookshelf, I pick up the biography of Argentinian revolutionary Che Guevara, I read the last words to Lara. "Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man." She turned to her side. "Miles, why do you like last words so much?" "I donno, well a lot of times, people die how they live, so the last words tell a lot about who they are, and why they get written about, does that make sense?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" Just Yeah?

"Yeah."

Seems like she doesn't care at all. Sometimes I just don't know how to talk to her. Sometimes I feel like we're not in the same page. On the way back to my room, I keep thinking about the dream. Is Lara really the old woman? For so long I've consider her is my future wife, but I just don't, I think something is missing between us. Maybe I've been thinking too much, it's just a dream.

As time goes by, Lara and I are just not into each other anymore. As always proactive as she is, so soon she dumped me. I'm not happy but I'm not sad either. Somewhere deep down in my heart, like I will meet the old woman again or looking for someone.

One morning, someone keep knocking on my door and wakes me up. I guess it's my roommate who changed his room.

"You're Chip Martin? I;m Miles Halter."

"Don't call me Chip, call me the Colonel, and you, let's call you Pudge."

"Pudge?" Humm...sounds familiar.

"Hey Chip, heard u move to t..., oh, hi little short man, here you are." A girl shows up at the door. "This guy's your roommate?"

"Oh right, this is Pudge. Pudge memorizes people's last words. " The Colonel said.

"Hi, I'm Alaska."