Part 2 ~ December 25th, 1976

Davy could feel a fire brush over his whole body. He was cold, but the heat burned his skin. Slowly he opened his eyes, finding a white ceiling to welcome him. He was first aware of the brutal wind whistling past his window. Next, the darkness of dawn lighting up his room. He tried to sit up, but collapsed prematurely. Where was he? His mind raced back to what he last remembered. He tried to sit up again, panicked, but collapsed again. That's when a nurse came into his room.

"Oh, you're awake," She said suddenly. "Would you like the light on?"

Davy shook his head. "Where's Peter?"

"He's in the room right next door, Mr. Jones," The nurse said, walking over and beginning to take note of his vitals. He surrendered himself to her and she did her job. However, he continued to ask questions.

"What about Micky and Mike?" He asked.

"Who?"

"The, the other two men," Davy tried to explain.

"You mean Mr. Nesmith and Mr. Dolenz?"

"Yes, them, where are they? Are they okay?" Davy asked desperately.

The nurse didn't answer for a moment, writing down some information on his clipboard. He repeated his question. "Where are they? Are they okay?"

"Both of them are in very rough condition, Mr. Jones," The nurse tried, finishing up her work.

"But are they okay?" Davy asked desperately.

"They're alive, if that is what you want to hear," The nurse said coldly.

Davy took in a deep breath. Mike and Micky were alive. He began to space out, trying to revision everything that had happened last. He remembered carrying them into the cabin. He remembered shaving in the bathroom with Peter. He remembered the realization that they had saved Micky and Mike. However, the most important thing he remembered was the last thing Mike said to them. "I know we are, but you have to go." Mike knew. Mike knew who they were. Was Mike just playing them? Faking his ignorance? Davy needed to find out what the truth was.

"I need to see them," Davy said finally.

"You can see your wife and daughter," The nurse said, "But I'm afraid you can't see the other patients until you're well enough to move around on your own."

"But-" Davy tried, but the nurse left, almost slamming the door behind her. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door and it opened again, revealing Marcia and Sarah.

"Daddy!" Sarah exclaimed, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Both Davy and Marcia laughed at their little girl as she tried to hop onto his bed, but failed. Marcia picked her up, sitting herself down on the edge of the bed and keeping Sarah in her lap. "Daddy! You're not dead!"

"Of course I'm not, Sarah. I wouldn't want to miss watching you grow up, now would I?" He laughed, ruffling her wild, brown hair. "Have you visited with Uncle Peter yet?"

Sarah nodded quickly. "He woke up before you did. He said it was because he's taller than you therefore you took on more injuries."

"That's not fair!" Davy exclaimed in a mock tone. Marcia laughed, smiling. Davy smiled back, then addressed his attention to Marcia. "What about Mike and Micky?"

"They're in rough shape, honey," Marcia started.

"That's what the nurse said, but that doesn't answer my question."

"They each have a room, but they're both are in a medically-induced coma at the moment so their bodies can heal. There was a lot wrong with them, Davy. We should have called the ambulance right away when you brought them in."

"What kind of things? What's wrong with them?"

"They wouldn't tell me because I'm not family," Marcia sighed.

Sarah then patted her father's hand. "Daddy?"

"Yes Sarah?"

"Who were those men you brought in from outside?" She asked, concerned.

"They're old friends of mine and Uncle Peter's," Davy sighed. "We were best friends, a long long time ago. They went away to go visit family, but they never came back home to us."

"Did you think they were dead, Daddy?" Sarah asked.

"We did, yes."

"Are those the guys from the plaque in that one room where you work?"

"Yes they are," Davy gave a small smile, taking a deep breath as he did so.

"Are they going to be okay, Daddy?" Sarah asked.

Before he answered, Davy took another breath. "I hope so, sweetie. I sure hope so."

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"What are we going to do for Christmas now?" Sarah asked.

Marcia butted in. "I think, sweetie, that we're going to spend some time here at the hospital with Daddy and Uncle Peter, because family is more important than presents."

"But Daddy and Uncle Peter got a present, why don't Hallie and I get one, too?" Sarah asked.

"We did?" Davy asked his little girl.

"Yeah, you and Uncle Peter got your friends for Christmas," Sarah said.

"Well, you know what you're getting for Christmas?" A voice from behind them said. They both turned to see Peter and Jan, Jan holding Peter by the hip. Peter smiled his clever smile at the little girl. "You and Hallie are getting two new uncles for Christmas."

"Really?" Sarah asked, her eyes glowing.

"Really," Peter smiled. He looked at the little girl first, then gave Davy an even bigger smile.

Davy returned the smile, saying, "He knows, Pete. I swear Mike knows."

"I know, I caught on, too," Peter said. Jan lead him into the room and sat him down in a chair. "That sly bas-" Marcia gave Peter a death glare before he could finish.

She then adjusted Sarah and stood. "I think I'm going to take the girls to get some breakfast."

"Hallie's sleeping in Peter's room if you wanna grab her. I'm sure she's starving," Jan said as Marcia and Sarah left. She turned her attention back to her husband. "Five more minutes, dear. I can't have the doctors catching you out of your bed."

"I know, I know, I had to come see him, though," Peter explained, returning his attention to Davy. "Do you think he knew the whole time?"

"I don't know, we were too busy making fools of ourselves for him to remember. Have you seen them?"

"No, we're not allowed in their rooms," Peter explained. "Not until we're discharged at least."

"When will that be?" Davy asked desperately.

"Hopefully tomorrow morning according to the doctors," Jan explained. "You two just have some deep bruises and are recovering from hypothermia. Mike and Micky might not be discharged for a while."

Davy ran a hand through his hair. "I hate this, Pete, I really do. It's Christmas, we shouldn't be worrying like this. We shouldn't even be here! We should be home, with our kids, having a happy Christmas just like every other damn family in America. Instead, we're locked up in a hospital worried sick about Mike and Micky, who we haven't seen in ten bloody years!"

"Davy, calm down," Peter said quickly. "Don't get yourself riled up. It's okay. We can still have a good Christmas. It was no accident that that tree fell on the cabin. It would have fallen on the cabin whether we were there or not."

"And it was no coincidence that we went there, either," Jan continued. "I feel like we were meant to go there, strictly because Mike and Micky were going to stumble upon it. You two were supposed to save them. They really would be dead if it wasn't for you two."

"Now instead of being in the dark, we'll really know that they're dead," Davy grumbled, lying back and breathing.

"They're not dead yet, Davy," Peter said. "They're still alive."

"From what I gathered from the nurse, they're just barely alive. They were just barely alive when we found them, and that tree did them no favors."

On shaky legs Peter stood, placing a hand on Davy's hand. "They're going to be fine, Davy. Calm down. We know how you get when you worry. You're just trying to express your worries in the form of anger. That's not right. Take deep breaths, calm down, and think rationally about this. They're in the hospital now. They are receiving actual help. They're going to be okay."

"But Peter," Davy said, tears now forming in his eyes. He looked up at the man, his heart sinking. "It's been ten years. Ten years of hell for them. Can they really survive that?"

"We can only pray and hope they do," Peter said. Jan then took her arm and placed it around his hip, guiding him out of the room. Davy was along again. Alone with this thoughts.

"Well Mr. Jones, you've surprised me," Dr. Alex Phillips said, "Your body has recovered just fine within the last ten hours, so I think it's safe to say we can discharge you."

"And Peter?" Davy asked, seeing Marcia walk in with some day clothes.

"Mr. Tork is already working on the papers," Dr. Phillips smiled, handing Davy his own discharge papers. "I'll need you to sign as directed, then you'll be free to go."

"What about Mike and Micky? How are they doing?" When Davy saw the look of concern on the doctor's face, he explained, "Robert Nesmith and George Dolenz, they were brought in with us. The two we were trying to save from the wreck we were in."

"Oh yes, friends of yours?" Dr. Phillips asked.

"Old, old, friends, yes," Davy explained. "They went missing ten years ago. I used to live with them, actually. Peter and I feel it is our responsibility to take care of them now that we found them. According to what they have told us, they've been homeless and hungry since they left us."

Dr. Phillips nodded, standing. "I see, yes. Well, once you're officially discharged, I'll let you and Mr. Tork check in on Mr. Nesmith and Mr. Dolenz. You're lucky I've been assigned their cases as well. However, I'm afraid to say they won't be able to leave today like you two are."

"We figured as much," Davy said, looking down and beginning to fill out the discharge papers. Suddenly, there was a rampant knocking on the door. Marcia opened it, revealing Peter, who looked panicked and excited all at once.

"Davy! They're awake! They're both awake and alive!" Peter exclaimed.

"Then what are you doing here?" Davy smirked. "I'm not discharged yet. Give me a minute to finish these papers and change. I'll be right down. Who will you be with?"

Peter finally exhaled, pondering the question. "Who do you wanna see first?"

"Who have you already seen?"

"Micky," Peter thought for a moment. "A nurse told me that Mike just woke up."

"How's Mick…" Davy tapped his head for emphasis.

"He's a bit loopy, but I think that's just the medications. I don't know if the amnesia is still there or not."

"Amnesia?" Dr. Phillips asked, suddenly concerned. He began to walk towards the door. "Then I think I've just solved your problem. Visit with Mr. Nesmith, both of you. I want to have a look at Mr. Dolenz for this amnesia you claim he has." Dr. Phillips then left the room, leaving Davy, Peter, and Marcia alone.

Davy quickly finished signing the discharge papers and traded it for his clothes from his wife. He changed in the bathroom, then came out, setting the hospital gown on his bed. He took the discharge papers back from his wife and they all followed Peter out of the room. Marcia declared that she was going to go out and wait with Sarah, Hallie, and Jan, while Peter and Davy met Mike.

The two walked over to Mike's room and quietly knocked on the door. A voice from the other side told them to come in. Peter carefully opened the door, his heart ready to rip out of his chest. It felt like his eyes looked everywhere except Mike's face when he entered. However, when their eyes did meet, he smiled. "Hey there," Peter said hopefully. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful," Mike smiled at him. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?" Peter asked.

"Savin' Mick and I. We would be dead if it wasn't for you two."

Davy spoke up. "Do you remember us?"

"How could I forget?" They all couldn't help but smile at one another.

"So you knew it was us the whole time?" Davy asked again.

Mike laughed at that. "I didn't recognize you two at first with those beards, but only you two could ever make fools out of yourselves like you did back there. You two have nice little girls, though. They were really what hit the nail on the coffin. Their story cracked me up."

"What about Micky, though, did he know?" Peter asked, all of them suddenly sober at the name.

Mike sighed, regretting that Peter asked that question. "Naw, I'm afraid not. I'll admit, I had a bit of memory loss after the car crash myself, but I eventually came back around. I kept waiting for Micky to, but he never did. When I remembered he went by Micky instead of George, I tried to convince him that his name wasn't George, but I guess I caught him on a bad day. He wasn't having none of it. That's why I was surprised that he played along with the girls when they decided to call him Micky."

They all sat in silence for a moment, mourning Micky's loss. After the moment passed, Peter decided to speak to relax the tension. "Well, I'm glad you're okay now, Mike."

"Me too," Davy added. "We're grateful you're alive at all. We thought the two of you were dead for years."

"Did you mean it, what you said about the record company?" Mike asked.

"Of course we did," Davy smiled. "We hear all sorts of versions of 'Listen to the Band,' on the radio. Their first song with us is always one from the Mike Nesmith and Micky Dolenz collection."

Mike blushed, looking down at his hands. "Thanks guys."

"Mike," Peter said. He waited for Mike to look back up at him. "We're going to help you, we promise. We'll do whatever it takes to get you and Micky back upon your feet."

"Maybe we can even get the band back together," Davy suggested. "It's not like Peter and I don't own a recording studio or a record company."

It was then that Dr. Phillips knocked on the door and let himself in. "Hello," He said, quietly shutting it behind him. "So I have some news for you about Mr. Dolenz."

"What is it?" Davy asked hopefully.

"You said he had amnesia when you met him last night?" Dr. Phillips asked, hoping to get his facts right.

"He has had amnesia for the past ten years, Doc," Mike answered for them. "When I finally got my head sorted out I tried to get him to remember, I really did, but to no avail."

"Well," Dr. Phillips said, fixing his glasses. "I'm going to take a lucky guess and say that this little accident the four of you got into did him more good than bad."

"You mean he remembers us?!" Peter asked excitedly.

"Now I'm not saying that, I'm just saying he does remember a little bit of stuff from before your car accident, like I was told earlier. He did tell me about the accident when I asked, and he told me a lot about the last ten years, Mr. Nesmith. He did also mention vague memories of a beach house, and that sometimes there will be songs that ring through his head, but he can't tell where from. He remembers a lot from his childhood, too. So I'd say, if you two walked in there right now, he might just remember you, too."

Davy and Peter turned to Mike, all three of them beaming. Mike motioned for them to go. Davy and Peter turned excitedly, but were stopped by Dr. Phillips. "Now I said might, not that he will. You need to give him time. If you annoy the hell out of him like I heard your wives tellin' before, I'm sure he'll come to eventually."

"Yes sir," Davy said, his smile not fading. They both left the room, leaving Dr. Phillips to tend to Mike.

Nervously Peter knocked on the door of Micky's room, feeling more giddy and scared than he was when they entered Mike's room. They heard a voice from the other side say they could come in, but Peter didn't automatically turn the knob. He waited a second, then slowly turned it, controlling the door's motion with all his might.

"Hey man," Peter said as they entered. "Remember us?"

Micky's eyes widen. "You two?"

"Yeah, us," Davy said. "Mike told us you had a bit of amnesia."

"Mike told you that, huh?" Micky pondered, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Yeah, we wanted to see if we could help with it at all," Peter pushed. This was not the outcome they expected.

"Well, I remember that you two are absolutely crazy," Micky commented, not caring to give Davy and Peter the information they wanted.

"Well, even we know that," Davy said. "What else do you know about us?"

"Well your daughters said you two saved Mike and I from the cold, I remember that."

Davy and Peter could feel their hearts dropping to the pits of their stomachs. He still couldn't remember them for who they really were. "Anything else? Like do you remember our names?"

Micky shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. "Can't say I do. Doc says that is normal, though."

"Well, Mick, um, my name is Davy," Davy said, hoping Micky would open his eyes and stop being an asshole.

"I'm Peter," Peter tried, thinking the same thing Davy was.

"We used to be in a band called the Monkees," Davy added. "We even lived together."

Micky finally opened one eye and looked at them both suspiciously. He took a deep breath and closed his eye again. "Sorry, can't say I remember that."

"At least Mike remembers us," Peter said under his breath, defeated. "Come on Davy, let's go. Maybe we'll have better luck next time." They both turned to head for the door.

"Next time?" Micky suddenly asked. "What do you mean, 'next time?'"

"The next time we visit you," Davy explained. "We're not going to give up. You will remember us eventually. I swear to it."

"Besides," Peter added. "The girls want to make sure you're okay, too. Now that you don't smell like-" Davy elbowed Peter in the side to interrupted him, silencing the taller man and earning himself an evil glare as well.

"We'll just leave you be, for now," Davy said cooly, opening the door. "Sweet dreams, Mick."

"Thanks," Micky said, closing his eyes again and lying down. Peter and Davy closed the door, upset.