The next one brings a faint flicker to his mind. Five people standing in a row, two of themholding children – a little blonde boy and a small baby who looks barely a month old.They are smiling, looking happy into the camera. He wonders why they’re so happy.Another flicker of a broken memory, this one of a boat. A big boat. And a helicopter.And…. the pilot? From the story? A storm – lightning flashing as the ground suddenlydisappears below him.There isn’t anymore pictures, but a video tape. The nurse, who has been standing therethe entire time, takes it and puts it in the VCR below the tiny TV in the corner. This timeshe leaves, and he faintly hears her promise to be right back.He instantly knows the tape is a home video.
The camera is shaking slightly as the inside of a house is shown, peering around a corner to show the redhead sitting at a table, cards in her hand, an intent look on her face. She’snot the only one at the table, but a woman he’s never seen before is with her, also holding cards. And one of the guys from the second picture is there, also looking very serious asthey play a game of poker. The redhead looks over at the camera and laughs.“Put that thing away Dan – come play cards.”“Y-You know I can’t, um, bluff or whatever it’s called.” He hears his voice from behind the camera. A little blonde haired child runs by and a woman’s voice is heard, calling after the young boy.
He remembers a baby, on the boat he had been driving back to the bigger boat.
Another date appears in white lettering along the bottom of the screen, and its focused onhim this time, wearing a blue shirt with a black tie. Something red is stained all over it,but he’s smiling. He doesn’t know who’s holding the camera this time, as it shows thewoman next, who’s bent down on her knees, laughing as she tries to fix a hair-band in achild’s flaming red curls that match her own. The little girl is dressed in a pretty bluedress with an apron, clutching a white stuffed rabbit. The woman herself is wearing abright red dress that sparkles when she moves, with a pair of white bunny ears attached to the headband on her own head.“Hey! I told you I don’t want filmed in this!” The woman says seriously as she gets to her feet, having fixed what is obviously her daughter’s headband. A female laugh can beheard behind the camera as it turns and the blonde who is actually filming comes intoview.“This could be used as excellent blackmail later!”“Mary!”