It didn't take much to convince Jet to come with them. After all, on the night he'd met Rain he had been more than ready to leave behind the world he once called reality. After the day he'd had, it took him no time at all to fall asleep. Meanwhile, all Rain could do was think of ways to make him remember. The thing he had said about his thoughts told her that the memories were still there, just hidden. There had to be some way to revive them.
By the time it was morning, there were all sorts of things she was ready to try. However, there was a large chance that Jet wouldn't awake any time soon, so she decided to ask the Doctor's opinion.
"It's not that simple," he stated, pacing back and forth as he always did when rambling about these sorts of things. "These memories aren't just stuck in his head as if he forgot; they were erased. I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll be able to make him remember. It's just not possible."
Rain could feel the tears brimming in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. This couldn't be true. There had to be a way; there was always a way! The Doctor could see how much these words upset her, so he reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder. Rain just shook her head, resolve set on her goal. "If there's one thing I've learned from you," she said coldly, "it's that nothing is ever impossible." At this, she turned and stalked out of the room, leaving the Doctor by himself.
He hated to see her so upset, but he feared that she would get her hopes up for nothing. Hanging his head slightly, he muttered to himself, "There's a first time for everything."
"Sorry, what was that?" River asked as she entered the room.
The Doctor brightened considerably at the sound of her voice. "Nothing. It's nothing."
"Is Rain alright?"
He sighed, not meeting her eyes completely. "She's doing as well as expected."
Despite the extreme vagueness of this answer, River didn't press the subject. She knew that Rain was more than capable of handling this situation on her own.
Rain opened the door to Jet's room just enough to peek in, afraid that she would wake him. However, as she peered through the crack, she found that he was already up and sitting on the side of his bed. Curious, she watched to see what exactly he was doing. Right now, he just appeared to be thinking. She didn't blame him. If she was in his position, she'd have a lot to think about too.
All of a sudden, he let out a deep sigh, looking over at the door with a smirk. "I know you're out there," he said. "You can come in if you'd like."
Cautiously, she opened the door and walked in, sitting in the chair across from him. "How are you?" She realized that this must seem like such a dumb question after all that he'd been through, but it was all she could think to ask.
"I'm okay, I guess," he answered. "This is all a bit confusing, but I'll catch on soon enough."
Rain nodded, taking a deep breath and preparing to try out her new approach at recall. "So have you been able to remember anything . . . new?"
"I'm sorry, but I really don't know who you all are."
Once again, she nodded. This answer was just what she had expected. "Hold out your left hand."
He shot her a confused look, not expecting this request. "What? Why?"
"Please, just do it."
Slowly, Jet held out his left and to her, noticing for the first time that there was a silver ring around one finger. His brow wrinkled in confusion. "How did that get there? I don't remember putting it on. I know for a fact that it wasn't there yesterday."
"Jet," she started, ignoring his questions, "you married me." At this, she held out her hand as well, showing him the ring he had given her. "Please tell me you remember that."
Her eyes were pleading, desperate. As Jet looked into them, he wanted so badly to say that he remembered, but he simply couldn't. "Believe me, I want to. But I just . . . I can't."
Rain swallowed hard, taking a deep breath in order to keep calm. Don't worry, she told herself. This is just the beginning. After staying up all night to come up with ways to make him remember everything that had happened, this was just the first of many ideas. However, she had started with this one because she'd been convinced that it would work.
Clearing this failed attempt from her mind, she moved on. Her mind raced to recall some of her ideas from the night of brainstorming. Spotting a mirror hanging on the wall, she pulled Jet up so that he could stand in front of it. "Look," she said, pointing to the silvery scars that ran down his cheek and neck. "How do you explain those?"
Rain could see his worried expression in the mirror. "I . . . I don't know. Was I attacked?"
"No," she answered much more calmly than she wanted to. "The people who erased your memories captured you once before. This is what they gave you."
Reaching up a shaky hand, he ran his fingers over the scars. He hadn't realized until now exactly how hard he was breathing. It seemed as though he was on the verge of hyperventilating. There was a throbbing pain in his head, so he closed his eyes and reached up a hand to one of his temples.
Rain took this as a sign that he was slowly remembering pieces of his past. In her excitement, she decided that now would be a good time to explain everything they had been through, just in case anything caught his memory. "Soon after you got those scars we got married. My parents were afraid that something bad would happen if we waited any longer. After that, you insisted on having our honeymoon in Leadworth to show me where you grew up. You showed me the sights and then . . ."
Jet looked up now, noticing that she had stopped. Even though none of this was familiar to him, he was anxious to know what happened next in the story of his forgotten life. "And then what?"
She continued in a voice barely above a whisper. "And then you were hit by a car. We took you to the hospital, but you died. . . . Well, it wasn't really you; it was a flesh copy, but you share the same memories. Please tell me that you remember something, anything."
Jet's eyes were wide with fear. Rain could even see tears brimming in them as he struggled to remember a life that had been erased. But he respected her too much to lie. Ever so slightly, he shook his head. A single word was able to escape his lips: "No."