Poppy Sundale played happily as her mother and grandparents talked about her ordeal. The doctors had said she was suffering from trauma induced memory loss. They had found no signs of any foul play on her body, a fact Dawn was more than relieved about. She couldn't even bring herself to think of the things that might have happened. There were no leads on what had happened. "Is she going to be okay? Richard asked, watching the bubbles float from the small plastic stick as Poppy blew it lightly. Dawn was also looking, and didn't turn away when she answered. "I think she will be. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse she doesn't remember anything. On the one hand, she doesn't remember what happened and that might be the best thing, if it was bad. On the other, she doesn't know who we are. At least she seems to trust us." "I'm finding it hard to come to terms with the fact she doesn't know us," Mel said with a sigh. Richard smoothed his hand over her shoulder. "She will remember, soon."

"I hope your right." Mel looked lovingly at her granddaughter. "It hurts so bad. I just wish I could do something." "Help her remember," Dawn replied to her mothers wish. "Remind her about the things she used to do, the things we all used to do." Poppy came over to Dawn. "Can I please have a soda?" she said in a small and shy voice, so unlike her usual bubbly self. "Of course," Dawn answered. "Thank you, mommy," Poppy said and skipped away. Dawn almost burst into tears. "See, she is starting to remember. That's the first time she called my mommy since she came home."

"That sounds great guys," Mike Jaydon said as he stopped recording. Kelly Square, one of the guitarists, came over to the window. "I'm not happy with the middle riff. I think we should change the chord, at the beginning of it, and then repeat it at the end." Mike shrugged. "You wrote it. Write it down, and then we will record it and see what it sounds like in the song." Kelly nodded and came out of the booth, holding a battered pad and pen. Stephen Hutson turned to him and said. "How did that Dawn chick take the news?" "What new?" Mike asked. He tapped the keyboard, playing around with some of the recording software, and wasn't paying much attention to anything. "The record deal doofus," Stephen laughed. "Your Over The Hills And Far Away, like that Nightwish song. What's up?" Mike rubbed his forehead, trying to push out the headache that had taken residence in his skull. "She was excited. To be honest, she is going through so much, I don't know if she is into this relationship anymore." "Dude, you have to fight for her. If you love her like you say you do, you can't give her up." Mike sighed, as if he were trying to expel the throb in his head. "Your right, and I know it. I'm just worried we will both be too busy to make this work. I will be playing with you guys, she will be working and taking care of her kids." "Would she come on the road with you?" Stephen asked. Mike shook his head. "I don't think so. She gave up her career for her husband, and she had just got back into it. I really don't think she is going to do it again." "Oh yeah, she was married to....." "What about this?" Kelly asked as she put the notepad down on the desk, interrupting Stephen. Mike looked it over. "Seems fine. Play it, and we can get out of here. I have to get some sleep, my head is pounding." Kelly huffed. "Fine, rush me. See if I care." "Kelly, wait," Mike called after her, but she went in the booth and picked up her guitar.

Amanda West walked into the small, white walled room and felt as if she were going to scream. It was so claustrophobic in here that she wanted to run, run and get away from all of this. Yet she knew she had to speak to Sam Swift. Sam was sitting at a small table, her hands chained together under the desk, the chain running down to her feet where it clamped onto her ankles. She had changed her hair back to what it was, before she had murdered her parents and ran off. "Hey Amanda." Amanda smiled, weakly. "Are all those chains necessary?" "They told me I am a danger to myself and others. I don't mind, I guess I deserve it." "Well, I think you are being treated badly. I should complain." Sam laughed. "Who will listen to you? Just leave it alone." "How are you feeling?" Amanda asked, changing the subject as requested. "Okay I guess. Being in a coma doesn't sound as fun as it is. You should try it," she mocked.

Amanda frowned. "What did I say to hurt you?" "Nothing. Sorry, I'm just tense. They told me I will be committed to a mental hospital. Apparently I am a psycho." Amanda couldn't meet her eyes. She felt as if she lying would be the right thing to do, but she didn't like doing it. "I'm sorry Sam, I wish I could do something. They are totally wrong, you are just going through so much." Sam grinned. It was so evil that Amanda shuddered. "Amanda, I helped you out. The police were going to arrest you, but I told them you didn't know anything about what I had done. All I ask in return is for you to not treat my like a fool. I know I am probably twisted, so please don't pretend you don't feel the same way." "Sam, I'm...." "Whatever. Guard," Sam yelled. The door opened. "Get me out of here."