Jack was skateboarding on a beautiful afternoon. As he approached a stairwell, he decided to test out his skills. But he felt the board slipping from beneath his feet and he crashed into the pavement.

He opened his eyes and was confronted with the fluorescent lights of a hospital room. Kim was sitting at his bedside with a "Get Well Soon" balloon. She shouted, "He's awake!" when she noticed Jack had regained consciousness. His sensei, Rudy, and the rest of the Wasabi Warriors rushed in to see him.

"Where am I?" Jack asked.

"You had a nasty fall on your skateboard," Kim explained, "we had to bring you to the hospital. How are you feeling now?"

"I'm okay. By the way, who are you?" Jack demanded.

"Jack, it's me, Kim!" Kim replied, exasperated.

"Sorry, I don't know anyone named Kim," Jack said. Rudy intervened.

"Hey Jack, this is Rudy, your sensei," Rudy said, hoping to jog Jack's memory.

"My sensei? I haven't done karate in two years. Did Kai put you up to this?" Jack replied with suspicion.

"Go get the doctor," Rudy said to Milton.

The doctor evaluated Jack and diagnosed him with a form of temporary amnesia. He could remember his name and a few deeply ingrained memories, such as his frictional relationship with his cousin Kai. But the rest was a blur.

"I'm going to talk to Jack one-on-one for a little while," Dr. Sanchez said, "I'll let you know when he can see visitors again." The Warriors took the hint and left the hospital room.

Rudy had to attend to some business back at the dojo. Kim, Milton, Jerry, and Eddie headed to the cafeteria to debrief.

Milton was reading about Jack's condition on his iPad. "Listen to this, guys," he said, "temporary amnesia means the patient has forgotten most of what makes them tick. They can develop aspects of their personality that were not present before the onset of memory loss. In some cases, patients have even experienced a change in sexual orientation after this sort of amnesia!"

The whole group laughed. "Guys, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jerry then added.

"We'll try and convince Jack that he's been gay this whole time?" Milton replied.

"Oh, I was thinking that this pudding is really hard to open but… whoaaa, Milton, let's do it!"

"Hey, hey, wait!" Kim interrupted. "There's no way that's going to work. Jack is the opposite of gay!"

"Then there's no risk in trying," Milton said.

"I don't know. This seems kind of mean, guys." Kim replied.

"The doctor said his condition would probably only last for 48 hours. Jack always gets all the girls. He can afford to be gay for two days," Eddie interjected.

A smile slowly spread across Kim's face. Something inside of her encouraged her to go along with the boys' plan.

"Okay, I'm in. 48 hours and then he'll be straight again," she said, partially reassuring herself.

"There's a pretty big chance this may not even work in the first place," Milton warned.

An hour and a half later, the group returned to Jack's room after having stopped by the newsstand for some items to comfort him. Jack was lying comfortably in his hospital bed, watching a reality TV show.

"We got you some things to keep your mind off all this," Kim said to him.

"Some of your favorite potato chips, a can of soda, and the latest issue of Males by Mail."

Jack smiled as he looked over the snacks. "Wait, what was that last thing?"

Males by Mail was a soft-core magazine featuring steamy photo spreads of the hottest celebrity men.

"Yeah, I had to wink at the cashier before he'd let me buy that one," Kim said, "but it always makes you feel better, so I went for it."

"There's no way I read that," Jack said.

"Oh, it's our little secret," Kim joked. They said their goodbyes and left Jack alone.

Jerry turned to look back once they were outside of the room.

"Look," he said. The group turned around.

Through the frosted glass window, it was clear that Jack was flipping through the gay magazine.