As he battled with himself in the Astral realm, his inner and spirit beings were at war. One side held the upper hand, while the other was being choked. The voice kept repeating, "Remember who you are." Suddenly, an image appeared before him. Though blurred, he recognized the face and instinctively called out a name from his memory- Theaphoenixcus. He wondered who she was and why her name stuck with him. However, before he could contemplate it further, he felt a gentle touch trying to wake him up. He opened his eyes to see Marcy by his side, gazing at him inquisitively.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Marcy spoke, "I heard you screaming and thought something was wrong. I didn't realize you were having a dream." Moore felt embarrassed and could only apologize to Marcy for disturbing her. "I'm so sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep. You can go back to sleep now." Marcy's face showed genuine concern for Moore, and he could sense the tension in the air. There was also a hint of romance, which gave him the courage to reach out and grab Marcy. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which he could see through under the dim light in the room. Moore was immediately turned on.
Without hesitation, he pulled Marcy towards him and kissed her fiercely and passionately. She was taken aback but soon gave into the passion.
When morning came, Moore woke up to find Marcy staring at him. Feeling awkward, Moore could only chuckle at her astonished face. Marcy spoke sternly, "Moore, you have a great destiny ahead of you. As I told you before, you belong to someone else." Moore was even more confused and could only choke on his own saliva. Before he could say anything, Marcy leaned in and passionately kissed him again. After a while, she stopped and spoke again. "You have to trust me on this, okay? Soon you will understand it all. But for now, let's just be friends with benefits." Despite his confusion, Moore nodded in acknowledgment. Satisfied with his response, Marcy walked into the bathroom and signaled for Moore to join her. Before long, they were at it again in the bathroom, lost in another round of passion.
About two hours later, they both emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed. Moore handed Marcy a towel, and she pulled him close, asking, "It's the weekend, what are your plans?" Moore replied, "I haven't thought about it. Maybe I'll go see my brother and his family. I still have some things to pick up from my old room." Moore then asked Marcy, "What about you?" Marcy answered, "I don't have much to do." Moore suggested, "You can come with me if you don't have anything important to do." Marcy nodded in agreement and added, "I'll need to grab some clothes though." Moore replied, "Let's go to your place first and grab some clothes before heading to Christopher's." They both agreed, and Marcy got dressed before heading to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast. They chatted for a while before Marcy suddenly remembered something and asked, "Who is Theaphoenixcus?"
Moore nearly choked on his own saliva when he heard Marcy call out the name Theaphoenixcus. He thought for a moment before saying, "I don't really know her, but she seems familiar to me. Like I should know her." Marcy spoke again, "It's strange to think you don't know her, yet you're dreaming about her. Maybe it's a premonition or something." Moore thought about it for a while before saying, "I feel like it's a repressed memory or something." Marcy replied, "You need to get to the bottom of it. It's better for you to remember soon." Moore, with a smug smile on his face, said, "Why are you so concerned about my dreams? Don't tell me you're starting to like me." Marcy, with a cold demeanor, interrupted him, "I've told you before, I like you, but not in the way you think. And besides, you belong to someone else. Okay?" Moore was about to say something, but Marcy cut him off, "Don't worry about trivial matters. Let's just finish our meal and enjoy our weekend." Moore nodded, not wanting to bring up the topic again.
They both drove all the way to Marcy's apartment building, where Marcy went inside and grabbed some clothes and other items she needed. Then they drove to Christopher and Emily's home. Christopher was in the living room playing with Summer, while Emily was in the kitchen preparing a meal for Summer. When they heard a car pulling into the driveway, they were both curious, but didn't think much of it. They lived in a safe and peaceful neighborhood. Before long, the door to the house opened and they heard a familiar voice say, "I'm home." Summer jumped out of his father's arms and ran towards the voice. Meanwhile, Emily, upon hearing the familiar voice, left the kitchen and walked into the living room. Summer leaped into the air, hoping his uncle would catch him. Moore held out his hands and caught Summer, throwing him up in the air and catching him again. Summer was very happy. While Moore and Summer played, Emily had a smile on her face as she said, "Welcome back. It feels like you've been gone for a long time. We missed having you around." Emily suddenly noticed the beautiful Marcy walking behind Moore. Christopher also seemed to notice her and politely smiled, asking Moore, "Aren't you going to introduce your friend?" Moore smiled and replied, "Marcy Lane, meet Christopher Alexander, my youngest brother. And Christopher, meet Marcy Lane, my colleague and friend." Moore continued, "I believe you've already met Emily the last time you were here." After the brief introduction, Moore led Marcy to the living room where she sat on the sofa. As they were talking, Marcy's phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, she saw that it was Katerina calling. Marcy was a bit hesitant, as she pondered in her heart why Katerina was calling her now.