Her favorite musical was Rent. It was one of the first things she'd ever told Napoleon, and in his mind it sealed the deal. He was going to marry this woman.

He wasn't quite certain why a thing like her favorite musical being Rent would make him want to marry her, but he didn't argue. He asked her out. Asked her to marry him. They had their first child together two years later.

It started with Caitlin forgetting small things. Names and faces of people she'd just met. Songs. Quotes. It grew. She started forgetting Napoleon. Her parents. Napoleon insisted that she go to a doctor, but she refused. "I have to stay with my children," she'd tell him, shaking her head. Napoleon would always nod sadly and drop the subject.

Then one day, she was shaking so badly she collapsed. Napoleon was at home that day, thankfully. He took her to the Hospital as quickly as  he could. The doctors did all sorts of tests. Scans. Napoleon sat in the waiting room with Shelley and Claire. Four hours. Six hours. Eight hours. The doctor finally came to talk to him.

"She has a tumor," he said. "It's inoperable. There's nothing we can do. I'm sorry." And then he walked away, leaving Napoleon standing with a hand over his mouth, tears springing to his eyes.

She died four months later.