"There is nothing wrong with his brain. It is performing perfectly. The surgery on his brain was a complete success. His physical functions are also fine. There is really nothing wrong with him except that," he paused.
"I do not understand why he is not able to remember you. He was able to remember his buddies when they visited. He was able to remember his name, where he lived, what he did, and all the other things about himself. It may be a side-effect of the coma that will eventually go away. Although he does not technically need rehabilitation, we could place him in rehabilitation for a while if you wish."
"No, there is no need," Rachel blurted.
Rachel drove Jay home:
"Jay, I am Rachel, your wife."
"Does that mean anything to you?"
"Yes. It means... You can't blame me for not remembering you. I've been in a coma."
"I don't blame you. I'm just making sure you know."
"Strange things can happen after a coma," Jay stated.
"But how can you lose the memory of me, of Rachel, your wife?"
"I'm sorry. It was a pretty hard hit on my head. I wanted to ask you Rachel. I just can't remember how I injured my head."
"You came home drunk after partying with your buddies. Then, we had a fight about you being irresponsible and me wanting to have a baby. You were preparing to leave the house. You didn't want to fight anymore. You rushed toward the stairs and then slipped. At the bottom of the stairs, your head hit a metal statue of a bodhissattva."
"Did we have a happy marriage?"
"For the most part."
"Am I such a bad husband?"
"No. You just don't want to have kids."
"What's the point?"
"Of having kids."
"They'll be our future."
"I don't like the way the future looks."
"How does it look to you?"
"The individual is going to be destroyed by our culture."
"How is that?"
"Because there are no absolutes anymore. Everything is relative. Everything is given meaning by its context. But the context of individualism is God, the absolute individual who made us as individuals. An individual is an absolute unit that cannot be taken apart. Our culture is going to destroy that unit."
"Since when have you been thinking about religion."
"In a coma, you dream so many things and so many thoughts come to you."
Then Jay paused:
"I try to put a happy face on."
"You are a happy person, aren't you."
"There's our home," Jay said.
Rachel was very happy when he said "our" home. Jay smiled at her. Rachel parked the car.
When Jay came out of the car, Rachel grabbed his hand and kissed him. Jay felt nothing, a blank page of reality blowing in the wind.