"What's that?" Liz asked.

"A chest."

"I see that."

"Then why'd you ask?" Red joked.

She granted him a smile. "Fine. What's in the chest?"

"Our past." He sat it on the table in front of them and took a seat. He turned to look at her with a gentle, yet apprehensive expression. "I can tell you are in a better state now, than you were last night. Unfortunately, this might bring those feelings back. The decision on whether to open this now or later, is your choice."

"What exactly is in the box?" She asked, uneasy.

"Letters. A few small belongings."

"Who are the letters from and who are they for? Who do the items belong to?"

Red waited a moment. "Well. Everything in this is ours. Some of it is directly for you and others are mine. Like I said, this will open something up in you. I'm not sure how much you can handle at the moment."

"You know what everything in there is?"

"I know what the contents are, yes. However, I haven't read your letters. I have only read the ones addressed to me. I do have a general sense of what your letters contain."

This was still so strange to her. She seemed to somehow ignore the reality of what was happening. She was having a conversation with Red about their past. She was contributing to the discussion like she understood everything, despite the fact she knew very little of what was going on. She tried to connect everything that had happened together, from this current moment all the way back to their fight. Red has kept insisted on "their past." She knew that was insane, but somehow she went along with everything.

"You said this was ours." He shook his head in agreement. "You said you haven't read my letter." Another silent agreement. "You didn't tell me who the letters were from."

"We wrote them."

"No. "We" haven't written anything together. I think I would remember you and I sitting down and composing letter to ourselves." She argued.

Red laughed in response. The laugh wasn't at her, it wasn't meant to be rude or condescending. He laughed at the irony of their situation. "That is the point, sweetheart. That is what I am trying to show you."

"What?"

"I know the pieces are there, but they haven't come together yet, Lizzie. Just go with me for one moment. Our fight. I brought up the topic of reincarnation."

"And soul mates." She stated.

"And soul mates." He repeated, nodding his head and gesturing his hand as if she was supposed to finish the thought.

When she didn't say anything, he said, "I keep bringing up our past because thats what we are. I tried to explain this to you that night. I told you, before you asked me to leave, that we were soul mates."

The whole conversation ran through her mind. She had somehow forgotten that part. Not forgotten, but her mind just kind of glided over it, until now. It was like the pictures. She could see it, just not make out the faces. That idea caused her to look at the pictures in question. The subjects were still faceless. She registered how strange that was and wondered why she wasn't more worried about it. She pushed past it, trying to suppress her mixed feelings of confusion and anger down. The anger was directed at her for not understanding or for not questioning more. She couldn't tell which one.

"You said this happens to you."

"Yes. I experience the visions, until they get clear enough to lead me to this." He said pointing to the chest. "This usually clarifies what I have seen, but it opens up new things as well."

"Like what?"

"My need to find you."

His answer and apparent honesty took her breath away. "You found this chest… And it lead you to finding me?"

"Among other things, yes. Our lives are always intertwined somehow. Sometimes, we just meet, and other times circumstances lead to the pinnacle of our meeting. Like this time. Our paths crossed when you were young, which was basically the event that shaped my life, not only because I triggered the memories, but because of the circumstances surrounding the fire. Our meeting was a monumental shift in my life, I hadn't had any of the visions until then. At first, everything was very blurry when I remembered something. I'm sure you can relate." He paused, gauging her reaction. "As time went on, as you got older, as I got deeper into the new world the fire created, things became clearer, but nonetheless, still confusing. Until I found the chest. Then I knew I had to find you."

"Oh."

"I didn't realize it at the time, but our second meeting, at the post office, I got to the return the favor of changing your life, as well. For better or worse, I am not sure." Red had mumbled the end of his explanation in such a pathetic way, it made her heart hurt.

"You keep saying sometimes and other times…"

"Yes, we have lived through this quite a few times."

"How many?"

"I'm not sure. I get new memories all the time. It seems as time goes along in this life, I remember the past lives up until the exact moment I am in. What I mean is, I remember things from individual past lives, up until the age I am. I can remember things that happened to me in those lives in relation to the time I have lived this life, but nothing past it."

"How much do you remember?"

"I remember at least six other lives that I know enough about to differentiate them from one another and make details out of. There are a few more that I can't make out. Its similar to how you remember your regular life. The important moments, some funny moments, and some embarrassing."

"If we have known each other in these past lives, how much do you remember about me?" She wondered.

"I remember like I do with other memories. I only see up until a certain point. However, they are a lot harder to solve. I only get bits and pieces of you. Enough to know you are important to me, in every life, but not enough to determine the nature of our relationships." Red explained.

She thought over everything he had just told her, trying to connect everything she knew. "Is that why you asked me how I felt about you?"

"Yes. I have no idea what we are supposed to be, or even if we are the same in every life. The letters don't do much to assist in my goal to find out." Red looked back to the chest. "It only tells me so much, then basically says that I have to figure it out through living it with you."

"Why can't I remember any of it or you?"

"Again, I am not sure, all I know is you seem to forget each time. I remember first and have to find you and convince you."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" Red asked.

"Convince me."

They stared at each other for a moment. "I haven't lived that far in this life, so I don't know if I have in the past."

Both of them were scared. Red in fear of what is in store for them, and Liz because she didn't know what to believe. "I don't know if I want to look at chest tonight." She whispered out.

He understood completely. His instincts told him not to push. Nodding, he said, "That is completely fine, Lizzie."

"Good." Liz answered as she slumped back into the couch closing her eyes.

He followed her lead and leaned back, putting his arms around her pulling her slightly into his side. "Are you okay? Can I do anything?" She leaned her head on his shoulder and he rested his head against hers.

"I think I'm okay. I am just so confused on how I am supposed to feel. Half of me is screaming that this is insane and complete crap. But the other half is forcing me to listen somehow believe this."

She put her hand over his chest, leaning more into his body. He placed a kiss into her hair. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I am trying to explain everything I can at the moment to ease you in, but I don't know everything either. So, I am not aware of the rules and regulations."

She hummed in acceptance.

"I mean how do you explain that to someone. It's complete and utter nonsense." He exclaimed. She laughed into his neck and he chuckled along with her. They sat there for a long time, just holding each other.