A/N: This is my first story. Hope you enjoy.
Chase: Do you remember me?
Ryder: No, of course I don't. You're simply a random talking dog.
Chase: ...Why don't you remember me?
Ryder: Maybe because you weren't a big part of my life.
Chase: I was a big part of your life.
Ryder: No, you weren't.
Chase: How can you tell?! You don't remember!
Ryder: Do you?
Chase: Yes, I do!
Ryder: Well, I don't. I cannot believe you.
Chase: ...Remember all the people we saved?
Ryder: Saved? I saved noone.
Chase: You saved tons.
Ryder: I am a normal boy, who saved noone, and has no talking dogs.
Chase: ...Remember the Lookout?
Ryder: Lookout? What is that?
Chase: A tower. A tower where we all hangout or get ready for a mission.
Ryder: Heh. That sounds fun.
Chase picks up the pup pad that was was on a table.
Ryder: What is this?
Chase: A pup pad.
Ryder: What does it do?
Chase: It signals us when there is a mission.
Ryder: That's pretty clever. Who made it?
Chase: You.
Ryder: Me? I can't make such a thing.
Chase: ...Remember Rocky?
Ryder: That mixed breed over there? No, I don't.
Chase: Yes, you do.
Ryder: No, I don't.
Chase: Then, how did you know he was a mixed breed?
Ryder: ...
Chase: You remember some things, don't you?
Ryder: Maybe... I don't know.
Chase: Can you remember?
Ryder: I can't. I'm sorry.
Chase: ...Remember the time, you fell on concrete and got amnesia?
Ryder realizes and smiles.
Ryder: Hi, Chase.
~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~
A/N: Please criticize.