If Jordan hadn't already been sitting down, she would likely have fallen over by the time you're done recounting what you saw in the suppressed memory. "That's…wow! Do you think it's real?"
"I can't be sure," you say carefully. "It felt real. I have a pretty good imagination, but I don't think I could have come up with anything that specific."
"So all this time, Corliss has been lying about being your sire? What are you going to do?"
You lie there quietly for a moment before responding. "I don't know. How can I just roll back the better part of a century's worth of lies and move on? Sure I could throw everything away and leave, but then I'd have nothing."
"What do you have now?" Jordan asks sympathetically. "Your entire un-life's been built on a fiction. Sooner or later, Corliss will find out that you know the truth."
You sink back into the blankets, desperately trying to parse out everything you've learned and encountered in the last few nights. Events are moving so fast now that you feel almost mortal again. And you desperately need sleep—it's not long until sun-up. "I think I just need some time," you say finally. "To think."
"I should get going," Jordan says, standing abruptly. "It's almost sunrise."
You'd been so consumed by your revelations that you'd barely noticed, but now that she's brought it to your attention it's impossible to ignore the weight pulling on your eyelids. You escort her to the front door. "Will you have enough time to get home?"
"No problem as long as I leave now. You gonna be okay?"
You nod. "I think so. I just need some sleep." You pause for a moment and Jordan watches you quizzically. "Jordan?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for helping me. I'm not sure if I believed you at first, but I'm glad I gave you a chance."
Jordan smiles. "I'm sure you'd do the same for me."
Time To Sleep