Ami's body reacted predictably to Scott's words. Her heart skipped another beat and her breath hitched. Ami's stomach flip-flopped in sync with her heart and breath and a rush of heat and tightness centered in her groin.

She gave a quick glance at her journal, racking her brain to remember what she wanted to talk about. The journal held pages and pages of information, important information – Ami was certain of it – but at the moment her mind was a complete blank. Outside of the weirdness of the mass amnesia and the whole trapped-on-a-tropical-island-bit, the rest of it was a complete blank slate.

/Um . . . I don't remember?/