I wind down the song and stop playing my bass.

I sigh at the memory, of me alone, crying after the war, and him coming. He came and wiped away my tear, and gave me Hambo. I remember everything perfectly, but he remembers nothing.

"Well," Simon says in a cheery tone, "That was great! Did we get that recorded?"

I get angry and start to sob.

I fly up to him,

"HOW DO YOU NOT REMEMBER?!" I yell.

"Remember what?" he asks.

"YOUR NAME IS SIMON! SIMON PETRIKOV!"

"Who's this Simon? Was he good with the laydays?"

"I don't know," I say, "But he sure was good at making a terrified little girl happy!"

I'm about to turn away when I see him scratch the skin right outside of his crown.

HIS CROWN.

"THE CROWN!" I yell, "IT'S THE CROWN THAT'S DONE THIS TO YOU!"

I lunge for it and knock it off his head.

"Wha- MY CROWN!" he says.

He turns around to pick it up, put I pick it up first.

He reaches for it, but I lift it above my head and drop it with all the force in my being.

Then it hits the ground and brakes into a million little pieces.

Simon scowls,

"HOW DARE YO-"

Then he drops to the ground holding his chest.

"Ooooooaaaaaaa" he moans in pain.

"Simon?!" I say worried.

I drop to the ground and hold him.

Then it's as if someone hit a rewind button.

His beard slowly gets shorter and shorter until it disappear's, and his hair changes from white to brown. Then it grows full and to his shoulders. His skin morphs from blue to olive.

Then he looks down.

And then up at me.

"Marceline?" he asks.

"Yes," I squeak sobbing.

"What am I doing in a dress?"

"SIMON!" I say nuzzling my face into his shoulder.

"And it's a tunic." I add.

He looks at me.

"Marceline!" he says, "You're all grown up! What are you? Eighteen?"

"A thousand and fourteen." I reply.

"Oh!" he laughs.

Then he looks at my bite marks.

"So I guess your a… "

"Vampire." I say.

Then he starts to look worried,

"Marceline, what did I do when I was-"

"Crazy?" I finish, "But it doesn't matter! All that matters is that your here now!"

I start crying again and hug him.

"That's all that matters."

( If this seems romantic I didn't intend it to be. It's supposed to be like if your father went crazy for a thousand years and then he came back. And YES, I know his transformation back would take a long time, but let me have my easy-for-fanfiction fantasy. )