The boy's whole face seemed to crumple. She hesitated, biting her lip—had that been the wrong thing to say? He did look...familiar? Yes, familiar, like some kind of deja vu, but...she couldn't remember...

Her head stabbed with pain and she gasped, closing her eyes.

"Neesan, are you okay?" Frank asked her.

She opened her eyes and tried to smile.

"Y-yes, I think so..."

The other boy with the blue hair was still just standing there, hands shaking at his sides.

"Y-Yuzu," he said. "Please don't play games...it's not funny..."

She felt her heart clench at the look on his face. She didn't like seeing that look, so sad, and hurt, and shocked. She tried to stand up, reaching for him instinctively, like she should try to hug him or something.

But her leg protested and she gasped, collapsing back to the floor.

Immediately, the blue haired boy was at her side.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

She winced.

"M-my leg, mostly...and my head..."

She moaned in spite of herself, in spite of her trying not to scare the kids about her condition, her hands gripping her head.

"D-don't push yourself," the boy said, putting his hand on her knee. "Let me see. Okay?"

He started to prod at her leg with careful fingers.

"Tell me where it hurts."

She gasped when his fingers reached her knee.

"There, right there, it—oh, oh..."

"Dislocated," the boy said, his voice suddenly taking on a clinical, professional sort of tone, his eyes almost glazing over with distance. "I'm going to reset it. It's going to hurt. Ready?"

She swallowed and nodded. He didn't give her a count to three, or anything. He just did it. She almost screamed, but she shoved a fist into her mouth to still the sound—there were still people outside, still people that were after her. For...for some reason. She couldn't remember why...

The boy sat back on his heels, sighing.

"Anything else? Cracked ribs? You had quite a fall..."

She blinked.

"I...I did.…?"

The boy's eyes fixed on her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. There was something of a sadness there, a hurt, a fear...but other things, too, that she couldn't place.

"What do you remember?" he asked her.

She blinked. Her mouth opened.

"Nothing," she said. And then panic washed through her as she finally took the time to realize that that was true. "Oh, god, I don't remember—anything—"

She grabbed at her head, her breaths coming short and tight. Her chest felt so heavy. Her heart was pounding too fast.

She didn't remember anything. Not a name, not a home, not a family member or a friend, or—what was she doing? Where was she? There was—there was something important—something that she was supposed to be doing—

"Yuzu!" the boy said, grabbing her arms. "Yuzu! Please—calm down! Breathe, okay? You have to calm down."

Her eyes were bubbling with tears and she couldn't stop herself from hyperventilating. Nothing—she had absolutely nothing. She didn't know anything.

"H-How do you even know that I'm this Yuzu?" she said. "H-how do I know that that's—that's my name?"

His hands gripped hers tightly, and she could feel his hands trembling along with hers.

"I know," he said, his voice cracking. "I know, Yuzu, I know, I know, I know...please...please just—trust me. Please."

She shook as she lifted her eyes to meet his. Those clear green eyes held her gaze. They were glazed with the shine of tears too, and his jaw was clenched, his lips parted with distress. She hesitated, staring at him for a moment. His soft, round face, childish and young, jaw trembling with tears that he refused to cry, his shoulders drawn tightly up beside his ears, nose crinkling in an attempt not to cry as his pale blue bangs fell over his eyes.

She raised her hands to his face, cupping it for a moment.

"Oh," she whispered. "I...I know you, don't I...?"

He gripped her hand on his face, and a single tear escaped one eye.

"Y-yeah, you do—you do. D-do you remember?"

She just held him for a moment, staring at him, trying to force it, trying to remember everything.

But nothing would come. Just a frustrating feeling of familiarity. She almost broke down sobbing again, she could feel it rising up inside of her, and wanted desperately to release the wave of terror that was building up.

But she caught his eyes again, that too young face that was trying too hard not to cry, shoulders shaking as though he weren't allowed.

And she just wanted to make sure that he didn't cry.

She pulled him into her arms instinctively, pressing him against her like he was her child, woken up from a bad dream. He stiffened briefly. And then he sobbed, pressing his face into her chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, shoulders still shaking but still not letting himself fully cry. She stroked his hair gently, instinctively.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry...I want...I want to remember..."

She swallowed and pressed her face into his hair, as though that might make her remember.

"W-will you help me remember?"

He nodded into her chest.

"Sora," he whispered.

"What?" she said.

"Sora...it's Sora. My name is Sora. Because you forgot, you dummy. How could you forget your teacher..."

"Oh?" she said, blinking. "You...you're my teacher?"

He nodded again, hugging her tighter.

"Y-you wanted me to teach you how to fusion summon. So that you could beat Masumi. In the tournament. Because you had lost before, at the Duel School."

So many words and names that fluttered just out of her reach. She wanted to reach for them, grab them, but they slipped out of her as soon as they arrived. She could feel that nostalgia washing over her with each word, but nothing would stay. Nothing would wake up again.

She swallowed and hugged Sora tighter.

"Do you remember?" he asked.

She almost lied. But she couldn't bring herself to.

"No," she whispered. "I...I don't."