Shawn pulled up to Santa Barbara General High School. He hurriedly checked in at the front desk, got a visitor's badge and made his way to the nurse's office in the basement. As Shawn cut across the cafeteria, he began to brace himself for the worst.

He opened the door to the nurse's office. The nurse looked up. "Mr. Spencer?" she asked.

"Yeah. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, it's nothing too serious." The nurse said as she walked back towards the cots. Shawn followed, holding his breath.

On one cot sat Susie, dressed in a plain t-shirt and black capri-length sweat pants. The clothes she'd worn to school that day were folded in a pile beside her. She was talking to Monica, who was sitting in a chair next to the cot.

"Susie, are you okay?"

Susie looked up at Shawn. "Yeah…" she said, somewhat uncertainly.

"Shawn, can I talk to you?" Monica said, standing up. She took a few steps away from Susie. Shawn looked at her, waiting.

"Susie got hit in dodge ball."

"Did she get the guy back?"

Monica paused. "The ball hit her, because it bounced off the wall and ricocheted. The ball hit her in the head and she fell down."

"Is she okay? Did her nose get broken or something?" Shawn asked, trying to look at Susie's face.

"Physically, she's fine. She might get a bruise or two, but she'll be fine."

"What do you mean, 'physically'?"

"When I got her up and was bringing her down here, I mentioned that everything was going to be fine. We were gonna call you, and you were gonna come-"

"Monica, please get to the point." Shawn interrupted, trying to keep his anxiety out of his voice.

"When I mentioned your name, she… she didn't know who you were."

Shawn looked at Monica. "So… so what are you saying?"

"I think when she hit her head on the gym floor, she gave herself temporary amnesia. I've been talking to her… it seems that she remembered things up to about two years ago."

Shawn looked over at Susie, who was getting re-checked by the nurse. "So what did you tell her? Regarding me?"

"I just told her that you were a friend. I figured you should be the one to tell her."

Shawn nodded and walked over and sat on the cot across from Susie. Monica followed and sat back in the chair.

"Susie," Shawn said, unsure of what to say. "My name is Shawn. I'm the lead psychic for the Santa Barbara police."

Susie nodded. "Nice to meet you."

Shawn paused. It almost pained him to hear that. "Suze, I don't know how to tell you this… I'm your guardian."

"What?" Susie asked. "Where are my parents?"

This was the most concern Shawn had heard from Susie regarding her parents. "They're in jail."

"Why?"

"They killed a bunch of guys. That's actually how you and I met." Susie looked at Shawn, one eyebrow raised. "Your mom accused you of killing her boyfriend. You came to me for help. You and I, along with my friend Gus solved that murder. We also figured out that your mom and dad were guilty of killing a bunch of other guys your mom had dated."

"Why?"

"They wanted their money."

"So how does that make you my guardian?"

"The Chief of police said you could stay with me if you wanted, since you had no other relatives and you'd been living with my dad during the case."

Susie looked at Monica. "Is this true?"

Monica nodded. "You're really happy with Shawn."

Shawn turned to the nurse, who was back at her desk. "Am I free to take Susie home?"

"Yes, Mr. Spencer. She seems to be fine. Just keep an eye on her for about twenty-four hours, just to make sure."

"Any idea how long her amnesia is going to last?"

"I would say anywhere between a day and a week. But I can't say for sure."

"But it is temporary, right?"

"We can only hope, Mr. Spencer."

Shawn turned back to Monica. "Is Susie's stuff in her locker?"

"Yeah. I'll show you where it is."

The three left the nurse's office and headed upstairs. Monica led the way to Susie's locker. Susie reached for the lock but stopped, hand in mid-air. "I… don't remember the combination." she said, a slight flush of color appearing to her cheeks.

"It's fine." Monica said, reaching for the lock. "I know it."

The locker opened and Shawn saw that Susie's tidiness at the office also transferred to her locker. Never had he seen a locker so organized. He remembered his own locker in high school, always having papers sticking out of it, books all over the place, and sticky things sometimes on the walls. Shawn grabbed Susie's book bag and stuffed Susie's clothes in it. "Do you happen to know what books Susie needs?" he asked Monica.

"No. But I'm sure the teachers will accept loss of memory as an excuse to the homework not being done." Monica looked at Susie. "You should probably keep her home until her memory comes back."

"I can hear you, you know." Susie said.

Shawn shut the locker and put his arm around Susie's shoulders. "Thanks, Monica."

Monica smiled slightly. "Hope things get better."

'Me too,' Shawn thought as he led Susie towards the front door. 'Me too.'