[ WP ] A cave you found during the war has been haunting your dreams for decades .

`` This is crazy.'' Julia stood in his path. `` You ca n't just pack up your things and leave me.'' 
 
 `` I'm not leaving you,'' he replied. `` I'll be back.'' 
 
 `` How?'' Julia had the start of tears in her eyes. `` You ca n't even remember your own name.'' 
 
 He straightened his back and stared at his wife. *My name... * 
 
 He knew he was a major in the army. Major... Jack Thompson. He smiled, name remembered. `` It'll be alright Jules.'' 
 
 `` Jules?'' Her voice was barely a whisper. `` Who's Jules?'' 
 
 Jack blinked. Julia had been his first wife. She left him after he came back, obsessing over a place across two oceans. 
 
 `` You're sick, Jack.'' She sounded motherly, pitiful, like a person talking to an injured dog. `` You need help, not some cave.'' 
 
 `` Some cave?'' Jack was holding back anger, knuckles turning white as they tightened their grip on his duffle-bag. `` How many times have I told you, this is not some cave!'' 
 
 She stepped out of the way, looking down. 
 
 `` You have dementia, Jack.'' She spoke without looking up. `` You need to see your doctor, not a place you've dreamed about.'' 
 
 Jack stopped, but did n't turn around. 
 
 Yes, it was a place he'd dreamed about, but also a place he'd seen. Somehow he knew, once he stepped foot in that cave, his memories would come back. His confusion would die away. 
 
 It had to. 
 
 `` At least let me come with you.'' She plead, hand now on his back. `` Let me-'' 
 
 `` No.'' Jack cut her off. He wanted to say her name, but he still did n't know it. `` You stay here. I have to do this alone.'' 
 
 He kept walking. 
 
 The truth, he knew deep down, was that the cave was probably just that. 
 
 A cave. 
 
 Either he would get back his brain or he would die. Truthfully, it did n't matter which one happened.
