THEY DROVE for what seemed like hours. Dylan didn't tell his wife where they were going. He wanted it to be a surprise, and he also didn't want the possibility of asking her if she remembered the place and it not being the truth. The whole thing of trying to get his wife to remember stuff was hard, but he would do anything just for her.

The radio played quietly, until Valerie decided to crank up the dial a tad bit as the song, Small Town Boy by Dustin Lynch played. Dylan smirked, remembering the time they were driving around California with this song playing.

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'. . . She's my ride or die baby,
She's my cool,
She's my crazy,
She's my laid back in the front seat. . .'

Valerie laid back in her chair as the wind blew through her hair. It was a cool night, nothing but headlights and a clear sky to accompany the evening.

"This is such a good song!" she exclaimed in happiness. Dylan peered his eyes over to her with his perrifrial vision, smiling to himself.

She truly was a beautiful sight to see. . .

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"I think I've heard this song before," Valerie said, causing Dylan to snap out of his daze. His heart jolted in surprise.

It took a couple of minutes, and within the blink of an eye, the young woman sitting in the passenger's seat snapped her fingers in excitement. "Oh yeah! I was driving with someone and this song played! Gosh this song is so good, turn it up!"

Dylan turned up the dial more, almost reaching to its maximum volume. He gave a small smile, happy for her that she remembered something, but a bit saddened by the fact that she couldn't remember him.

He shook his head, dismissing the selfish thought. What mattered was that she was starting to recover.

And that was all the young man needed to keep going.