The Memory Book Page #4

maybe about your age.

Where did you get this?

I found it at a swap meet.

We're looking for the owner,

a woman named Sarah.

We want to return the book

to her.

And the memories.

There's a beautiful

love story here

and I really think that

she deserves to relive that.

You don't have a last name?

Just Sarah and Tori here.

I don't suppose that

this could be you.

She's very sweet, but no,

I have no idea who she is.

It's just such a coincidence,

I mean, Tori and her garden.

Your place, Tori's Garden.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

How about I leave my number

if you think of anything.

I'll be glad to call.

Thanks.

So this is where you grew up?

Yeah, haven't been back

in a long time.

With mom and dad gone there

really hasn't been any reason.

Well, since we're so close,

why don't you take me

by the old place?

It's only fair, you saw photos

of where I grew up.

Yeah.

Aunt Sarah? Hi, it's Tori.

I hope you're sitting down.

Wow, hard to believe

this is the same house.

How long has it been?

Eleven, twelve years.

It's so much smaller

than I remember.

Oh, hello.

I decided you weren't coming.

Bill and Monica?

Oh, no, I'm actually-

Yes, we are.

You must be Shirley?

The realtor, yes.

Sorry to keep you waiting,

is it too late to see the house?

Not at all, the seller's

not home.

Come on in.

Coming, Bill?

Right behind you,

Monica.

I have to say, you don't look

a thing like your voices.

I'm usually so good at that.

[Phone vibrating]

Sorry, I have to take this.

Would you mind showing

yourselves around?

There's an information sheet

on the table.

Thanks.

Hello?

Yes, this is Shirley.

Wow.

This all used to be wallpaper.

Chinese birds, I think.

No wonder they took it down.

We had a grandfather clock

in that corner.

Dad used to have

an easy chair,

listened to the radio

on Sundays.

This was our breakfast room.

Mom used to make the best

pancakes from scratch.

Good memories.

Yeah, good.

Bad.

All kinds.

What is it?

It's my parents' room.

It's so weird.

It's like I have this feeling

that if I just turn the knob

and open the door

they'll be there.

Dad dozing and mom reading.

You can't go home again.

You can, it's just different.

[Shutter snaps]

Hope you don't mind.

No, we don't mind.

You look really happy

in these shots.

I mean wet, but happy.

We had fun, surprisingly.

No, I mean like moment

in your book happy.

You think so?

ave the same

phone number.

Can I ask, is this you?

That was me, alright.

And that's Jonathan and Sarah

you say?

Please tell us

you remember them.

Never saw them

before or since.

But I do recall that car and

how much this fellow wanted it.

He wanted to test drive it,

so the four of us went for lunch

down to the waterfront.

Jerry and I weren't married

at the time.

This couple, they were so much

in love.

Being around them

got us thinking.

A month later we tied

the knot.

You wouldn't happen to have

any old paperwork,

like a cancelled cheque

or something?

That was a lifetime ago.

A happy lifetime.

Because of them.

So many people passed through

Sarah and Jonathan's lives

and there's not one single lead.

How is that possible?

There must be something

we've overlooked.

What about this?

The skating rink?

Yeah, it's over on Bayview.

I used to go there

when I was a kid.

Sort of a local landmark.

Thousands of people must have

skated there over the years,

what could we possibly

find there?

Look what she's got.

Skates?

That's not so unusual

at a skating rink.

No, in her hand.

[Gasps]

It's the key!

Sorry, this hasn't been a roller

rink in a couple of decades.

37 doesn't mean anything

to you?

My son is 37,

does that help?

Not really, but thank you.

Wait a minute,

come to think about it

they used to rent

personal lockers back there.

Could it maybe be

a locker key?

It's so damp.

Yeah, we flooded it

a few years back.

Nobody uses this area.

That's the thing

about the past.

Once it's gone, not many take

the time to look back.

Well, they're not in order.

What a mess.

You know, I can't imagine

what you'd be looking for

after all these years.

A pair of old socks,

maybe.

Oh hey, Chloe.

Number 37.

An extra pair of...

old socks.

Wait.

Wow, Nixon is president.

Think he'll last?

Woah, what's that?

Dear Sarah, my darling

Sarah.

Beautiful Sarah.

They're love letters.

Why would she leave them

in a locker?

Maybe she lived at home

and didn't want her parents

to see them?

The guy had a way with words,

that's for sure.

I thought I was happy

before I met you,

but in meeting you

I realized how I had no idea

what happiness meant.

You're not only

everything I want,

you're everything I ever

knew I wanted.

I thought the photos

were special.

No one writes letters like

this anymore.

What's this?

Your presence is requested.

Chloe, look at this.

It's a wedding invitation.

Yeah, but I can't make it

all out.

There's water damage.

Sarah Lunde and

Jonathan something.

Sarah Lunde.

She has a last name.

It's her maiden name,

so that's not going to help.

What about the groom?

It's just Jonathan, it's water

damaged, washed away.

I can't see.

[Phone rings]

Chloe Davenport, hello?

Hello?

If you're selling something-

I know who you are,

and I want you to stop

what you're doing.

Oh my god,

is this Sarah?

Stop this search and leave

me alone, please.

Tell me, is this Sarah?

Leave me alone.

Please.

I have read romance novels

that weren't this steamy.

You're sure it was her

on the phone?

Did you check caller I.D.?

It was a private number,

and she's definitely onto us.

How could she have

tracked you down.

Somewhere along the line

someone must have known

more than they were letting on.

Sarah wants us to give up

the search,

she was very clear about that.

Did she sound angry?

Suspicious?

I don't know, she kind of

caught me off guard.

She was firm, I guess.

You know what, maybe we should

just let the whole thing go.

Let it go?

Have you never read

a detective novel?

This is where it gets good.

I mean, why doesn't she want us

to find her?

Do you think maybe

she murdered him?

That's how it turns out

on CSI.

No one murdered anyone.

Ok, Sarah is definitely

hiding something,

and we finally have

our first real lead.

So...

The wedding invitation?

Yeah, but I mean there's

no groom's last name,

which means there's no Sarah's

married name.

But there would have been an

announcement in the newspapers.

Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

I have already Googled

and Bing-ed her

and there's no record anywhere.

It's been erased.

You know what though?

I mean, we have the date

of the wedding

and the address of the church,

why don't we go there?

O-63.

O-63.

I hate to interrupt.

Is this about a wedding?

Ours?

No.

Why does everyone

assume we're together?

O-63.

Uh, it's about a wedding, yes.

But one that already happened.

So it's about marital

counseling then.

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