Anya read the back of the photograph once more. "You weren't supposed to remember. Sh ffelt her stomach twist in knots. Her heart racing she ran to the restroom shutting the door behind her, looking in the mirror she turned the sink faucet on with shaky hands. Anya proceeds to splash cold water on her face. "This can't be happening," she says under her breath. Repeating the words this can't be happening until she hears her mother's voice. "Did you say something Hun?"

"No, I'm okay. I'll be out in a minute."

Anya turns off the faucet and dries her face. Hurriedly leaving the restroom she jogs up the staircase to her room. Nearly slamming the door behind her on accident, she begins to run her hands through her hair pacing her bedroom. For several minutes she's lost in her mind wondering what this could all mean.

She frantically looks for a pen and paper in the room she woke up in a room unlike what she had been used to. One she was unfamiliar with. Finally, she found what she was looking for. On her dresser was a small glass jar that held pens and a couple pencils, it didn't take her long to find an old notebook. She began accounting for everyone and everything that she could remember about their wedding. Tears welling up in her eyes as she thinks to herself, "James.." she writes James' name down with a hyphen and the words where are you?

She turns the page in her notebook and writes down the events that have taken place thisorning since she has woken up at her mom's. Seemingly the only person that remembers she just got married. Except for whoever left that photograph with that disturbing message on the back of it.

"You weren't supposed to remember." The words sent a chill up her spine. Who could've left this and why were the edges burnt. "Think," she tells herself.

She turns to a new page in her notebook and begins to write everyone's name down that attended the wedding. Who would have a poloroid camera at our wedding? Surely I would've noticed that. Our photographer used a digital camera. "Think, c'mon remember." She says to herself as she sighs in frustration. I can't remember who took this photograph!

Anya runs down the stairs and asks to borrow her mom's cell phone. "I'll bring it right back I just need to make a quick call." Her mom smiles and hands her the phone after entering the four digit PIN.

Anya calls James' number. Straight to voicemail. "Damn, his phone is dead.

She hangs up before leaving a voice mail. Not knowing what to do she calls him one more. "It was so good to hear his voice," she thinks to herself as she feels her throat tighten after the beep she leaves the message: James, it's Anya call me back as soon as you get this.