The young cabbit sighed for the umpteanth time tha day. "Why can't i recall anything more...?" He asked himself "names... that's all i can remember" he looked to the sky "why won't Grandpa believe me about this?" The cabbit stared at the sky "Popka... Leorina... Tat... All sound familliar but i can't think from where." He thought hard "more names, the King of Sorrow, the High Priestess. The Godess Clair... Lolo..." the young boy felt a surge of heat "why does that name make me feel like this...?" "Who is this Lolo? Why do i suddenly find myself blushing when i think about her..." again the cabbit sighed "i just don't know..." in a sudden burst of rage he turned and swung a punch at the tree.
He instantly regretted his hasty actions as he smashed his hand into the full brunt of the tree. "Ouch..." he muttered as he shook his hand lightly. He slumped against the tree "why can't i remember you guys?" He whined "look at me... he spat "acting like a spoiled child, i'm better then this, and i know it" he turned to face the now setting sun "sitting here moping won't help me remember." He spoke "i'll only remember when the time is right." He decided against staying outside all night "wonder if those people who i can recall remember me..." Klonoa cut himself off "here's to the future!" Klonoa raised a hand in a odd salute "only time will tell where it'll lead me! the young cabbit ran home with a smile upon his face.
