Carmen San Diego slowly came to, a steady soft beeping sound telling her that she was not in her room which left the question where was she, Suhara, her old partner who had recently retired from field duty had told her what to do when something like this happens. The main thing to do was to remain calm and figure out where she was and what was happening. First thing first, she was lying down on a bed, but not a very comfortable bed. There was something attached to her face, it didn't feel like a gag, in fact, it seemed to be focused around her nose.

She tried to wriggle her right arm only to discover that she couldn't move her wrist, panic started to grasp her as she tried her left arm, this time her wrist moved but something tugged on it, so she was tied up. But where was she? All she could hear was the steady beeping that had leered her back into consciousness.

She cracked her eye open, blinding white light greeted her. A groan escaped her mouth, at least she thought it was from her mouth, she couldn't tell for sure.

By now she was able to notice a strange odor, an odor that she recognized, but what was it? Clorax, bleach, sanitary, a hospital? How did she get here? Why was she there?

She tried to sit up, but a gentle yet firm hand stopped her, "Don't try to get up Carmen."

She blinked as a girl, a teen of around seventeen, the same age she was when she started to work for ACME, was leaning over her, short red hair cropped around her head.

"What happened?" Carmen asked, trying to figure out what had happened, her memory blank.

The girl looked over her shoulder, terror in her eyes, "We were hoping that you could tell us. You scared us half to death! Zack and I found you crumpled outside the Smithsonian."

Carmen frowned, trying to remember what she was doing at the Smithsonian, "I think Cat and I were trying to stop a robbery…"

The girl exchanged looks with someone behind her, confusion in her eyes, "Who's Cat?"

Carmen blinked, confused, she had thought the girl had been an agent of ACME, but surely Chief would have told her about her partner if she hadn't been the one to call in reinforcements "She's my partner, we grew up at the Golden Gate School for Girls together, we were basically sisters."

"I thought Suhara was your partner?" a voice called out from the shadows, a young boy of about fifteen with blonde hair was sitting in a dark corner.

"Yes, but then he retired from active duty, and then she was paired up with Chief…" The girl trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

"Cat was made my partner after Chief was promoted to his current job," Carmen explained, "He's probably worried about me though, he's the closest thing to a dad that I have."

"He is," the girl responded, though Carmen guess she couldn't be that much younger than she was, maybe three or four years.

Suddenly a thought hit her, these two teenagers knew who she was, obviously they knew Chief, but she had no idea who they were, the fact they had not yet introduced themselves, accept for a mention of the boy's name meant that they thought that she knew them and that introductions had already been made. Adding in their confusion and the fact they had no idea who Cat was meant that she probably had a larger chunk of memory missing than she originally thought.

"Do I know you?" she finally asked, feeling stupid for even asking, they acted like she knew them, but she had no idea who they were.

"Do I know you?" Carmen asked, confusion and pain obvious in her voice.

Ivy glanced in alarm at her brother, Carmen didn't know who they were! Was she playing them, faking amnesia so they would lower their guard so she could escape before she could be held on trial.

"Ivy and Zack," Zack spoke up, "the annoying ACME detectives you are always complaining about, we helped you when Lee Jordan kidnapped Avalon."

"Avalon?"

Ivy was getting extremely worried now, "Avalon, there is evidence that he might be your father."

"Really?" Carmen seemed to sit up straighter, "Has Cat done a paternity test? She's great at stuff like that."

Ivy shook her head, "I don't even know if Cat still works for ACME, I'll have to ask the Chief."

Dread filled Carmen, "What are you talking about not at ACME? How long was I unconscious?"

"Over three weeks, almost four," Ivy responded.

Carmen frowned, her brain sluggishly accessed the information she did had, she had been at the Smithsonian, she had been unconscious for almost a month. Ivy and Zack knew her but she didn't remember them, so there was a chunk of memory missing from before the accident, and judging from the concerned looks Zack and Ivy passed one to another it must be a rather large chunk. They also had no idea why she was at the Smithsonian, which meant that the Chief hadn't sent her there on a mission.

Her big question was now, just how big of a chunk of memory was she missing?

Zack was thinking, and thinking hard. Carmen didn't know who they where, and they had been hounding Carmen since they started at acme a year and a half earlier, so she was missing at least that, and obviously more. She mentioned that she had been stopping a robbery, so that extended it to eleven years, in fact it narrowed it down to a four year span between eleven and fifteen years that she was missing. Zack had known that she had hit her head hard. But that was a lot of memory to be missing, a whole lifetime so to speak. He just had to figure out how much really was gone.

He slipped out of the room, nearly running into a nurse who was making his rounds, "She woke up a couple of minutes ago," he confessed, "I just need to check on something." He headed down the hall, nodding to the police officers as he passed him.

He waited until he was sure that he was alone before calling the Chief.

"Hi Zack what's up, how's Carmen doing? She's awake yet?" The chief asked, appearing on the blank wall in front of him.

"Yeah," Zack said, "She woke up a little bit ago, that's why I'm calling, I need info on Carmen's old partners."