"So that's the story." The Skipper said to the Howells. "You know anything we can do to help?"

"Ginger and the Professor are in love?" inquired Mrs. Howell.

"Well not exactly Mrs. Howell." The Skipper explained. "The Professor thinks he is."

"How delightful!' Mrs. Howell exclaimed. "I can't wait to plan the wedding!"

The Skipper looked bewildered. "Wedding? Mrs. Howell..."

"Oh I'm so glad the Professor and Ginger are getting married! It will be such a splendid affair! How nice that the man finally notices that beautiful woman!" Mrs. Howell declared.

"No Mrs. Howell you don't understand…you can't go planning a wedding! Ginger and the Professor aren't getting married."

"Don't tell my Lovey she can't do something!' barked Mr. Howell. "My wife happens to be very good at planning such events!'

"I don't mean to tell her she can't Mr. Howell but as I explained…the Professor had hit his head and he is not acting like himself. He only thinks he loves Ginger or he is just infatuated with her. You don't want Ginger to marry him only for his memory to return and find he married her under a false pretense do you?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Howell said scandalized at the idea . "That would be incredibly distasteful!"

"So do you have any ideas on how we can help the Professor?"

Mr. Howell thought a moment and pondered the question. He then spoke.

"It seems to me the best way to jar a person's memory is to give them something that helps do so. The Professor wrote a lot in his journals. Maybe there is something in there that will help."

"That's a great idea Mr. Howell!' exclaimed Skipper.

"Oh darling you are so very wise!" Mrs. Howell squealed.

"I'm going to go find one of his journals and see if it helps." The Skipper then took off in the direction of the Professor's hut.

He paused a minute to find the Professor sitting against a tree with Ginger beside him smiling at him. She appeared to be in heaven.

The Skipper felt bad for her. He hoped that maybe the Professor did in fact harbor feelings for Ginger. He would hate to see the look on her face…the poor girl. He went into the Professor's hut and began searching for one of the Professor's journals. Finding one, he opened to see what was inside. A bunch of scientific notes and musings.

"Perfect." The Skipper said.

He walked out of the hut and over to where the Professor was with Ginger.

"Say Professor." He began. "I was thinking…it may help you to get your memory back if you read a little of your journals. Maybe there are some things in there that could help."

The Professor shrugged. "I suppose."

The Skipper handed him the journal and the Professor took it.

Skipper then walked off hoping this would work.

The Professor opened the book and began reading from it.

Ginger was irritated the Skipper would distract the Professor from her but decided to let it pass.

A few minutes passed with the Professor not saying anything. Ginger couldn't stand it so she finally spoke. "Darling…don't you find me more interesting than that book." She purred in his ear.

"Not now…this is really fascinating…so brilliant."

Ginger smiled letting the "Not Now" remark slip. "Of course it's brilliant darling, you wrote it. You were always so smart…" She said cuddling up closer to him.

He turned his head to her and saw her looking at him with longing in her green eyes hoping he would kiss her. Setting the journal down, pulled her closer placing a loving kiss on her lips.

That's better. Ginger thought to herself.

Her joy was short-lived as he let go of her and picked up the journal again. Ginger seethed a little inside but decided to keep it in check. She rested her head against him as he read on. Every once in a while he would read something out loud that he found interesting and Ginger would agree with how interesting it was even though she had heard it before. The truth was she did find his scientific facts to be quite intriguing. She had never really understood much about the subject before but when the Professor would explain it…it somehow seemed interesting. Besides, she loved listening to him speak that way. He was so passionate about science and it made him even more attractive in her eyes. And she loved him. Plain and simple.

The Skipper stood in the distance watching to see if anything was helping jog the Professor's memory. He seemed to be very focused on the writings in the journals so there was that.

"I wonder why this rescue attempt didn't work." The Professor said aloud. "It seems everything was done correctly."

Ginger smiled. "Darling, it would have worked but Gilligan ate the "shiny junk" that you made."

"Oh." He said. "I see."

"He did glow after he ate it." Ginger said with a laugh.

"He did?"

"Yes it was quite a sight." Ginger then moved closer. "You know….I helped you with that…"

"You helped me?"

"I always help you with your experiments. You always want my assistance." She smiled.

"Well they don't call them lovely assistants for nothing." He said tossing the journal down and taking her back in his arms.

The Skipper frowned and walked off. This wasn't working. Well it sort of worked. The Professor seemed to understand all the things written in the scientific journal but it wasn't enough. At least not enough to divert his attention away from Ginger to actually getting back his memory. The Skipper walked back to camp.

Mary Ann and Gilligan were involved in a card game.

Gilligan was watching Mary Ann as she looked over her cards. She's so pretty. He thought. I wish she would look at me like Ginger looks at the Professor.

"Any progress with the Professor?" asked Mary Ann setting a card down.

"Not yet." The Skipper said. "I gave him one of his science journals. He seemed to understand it all so at least he still has that. But I don't think it did anything to help regain his memory."

Mary Ann thought a minute. "Skipper do you think the Professor had any private journals?"

"Private journals? What do you mean?"

"You know...not science stuff….just writing about our experience on the island and day to day life."

The Skipper shrugged. "I suppose he may."

Gilligan set his cards down. "That's a good idea Mary Ann!" He said. "Let's go look!"

The three went to the Professor's hut looking around to see if they could find a private journal.

Gilligan went through some papers that had writing he didn't understand but there was one thing he did understand.
He picked it up and studied it. It was a drawing of Ginger picking flowers.

"Say when did Ginger pose for a picture for the Professor?" He asked out loud.

"Gilligan what are you talking about? We need to find a journal." The Skipper replied.

"Here…take a look at his picture." He said to the other two.

Mary Ann walked over and took the paper from Gilligan's hand. "Wow." She said. "This is Ginger."

"Let me see that." The Skipper said taking the drawing. "You're right. That is Ginger! You think…maybe…Mary Ann that you could be right..He does have feelings for her?"

"Well I don't know…this is just a picture. You can't really go by that." The farm girl replied.

The Skipper then spotted a leather bound book on the table and picked it up.

He opened it and began to read.

Another day on this island. Another rescue attempt foiled.

I'm beginning to think we are going to be marooned on this island forever.

However I must admit there is something that makes life on this island tolerable.

Her name is Ginger Grant.

She's the most beautiful being I've ever encountered in my life. Beautiful eyes like emeralds which are made even more enchanting when she is angry.

She's a firey redhead who I just can't get out of my mind. I love everything about her.

Her beauty, her charm, her sense of humor. The way she walks. How she speaks to me.

I must say I do not care for her flirtations with the other men of the island. I wish she would only show that affection to me.

If only I could tell her that I love her. That I wish for her to be mine.

However it seems impossible as my tongue fails me everytime.

The Skipper stopped reading and was stunned. The Professor did love Ginger!

"Skipper what's it say?" asked Gilligan.

"Here take a look." He said handing it to the young sailor.

Gilligan took the journal and found another entry.

Ginger assisted me today with an experiment of mine.

I suppose I could ask one of the others for assistance but it seems easier to ask for
Ginger.

It's not just because she actually makes a terrific assistant, it's because I get to have her all to myself even if it is only for a little while.

She's so beautiful when she dives into the role of my lab assistant.
I love the way she looks in those spectacles and the way she pulls up her hair.

Many times I have hoped that by chance she would enjoy spending time with me and would bring those lovely red lips to mine.

I know I should summon the courage to tell her how much I love her but I just can't seem to do it. I suppose for now I could be content with what precious time I do get alone with my dear Ginger.

Gilligan looked up in shock. "Wow."

"Let me see." Mary Ann said taking the journal and find another entry.

Need to find a way to keep our food preserved longer so I enlisted again the help of my lovely Ginger.

She went on today about how brilliant she believes me to be and how we would all be lost without me on this island.

For a minute I swear I felt she was going to kiss me but that hope was dashed when Gilligan came by and needless to say, the entire project was destroyed and the moment passed.

Mary Ann was equally as surprised as the other two. "I can't believe it. He does love Ginger."

"So maybe this is his subconscious bringing his feelings to surface." said the Skipper.

"Looks that way." Mary Ann said.

"So what do we do?" asked Gilligan.

Skipper sighed. "I don't know…We can't let the Professor know we read his journal but we can't let him stay like this."

Mary Ann got an idea. "What about hypnosis!"
"Hypnosis?" The Skipper asked

"Yes! The Professor used that to help you when you lost your memory. We could use that on the Professor. Maybe he has a book about it."

"It's worth a shot." The Skipper said. "We need to return him back to his usual self."

Ginger stood in the doorway of the hut fuming. She had left the Professor for a minute to retrieve one of his Shakespeare books for them to read and she finds this! "You want to take him from me don't you!" She shrieked.

"Ginger." The Skipper said. "What are you doing here?"

"Never mind what I'm doing here! I won't let you take him from me! You aren't using anything on him!" She exclaimed.

"Ginger." Mary Ann spoke gently. "We don't want to take him away from you. We just want him to be himself again. Don't you want that."

"We just want to help him." The Skipper explained softly as he could. "That's all. Don't you want us to help him?"

Tears came to Ginger's eyes. She knew they were right but she was filled with dread that crawled over her like an insect. "What if….what if you…and he….what if he doesn't love me anymore." She sobbed. "What if you return him back to his normal self and he…he…doesn't pay attention to me anymore. I can't do it again. I can't!" Her sobs came on more heavy.

Gilligan went over to comfort her. "Ginger…it will be okay. I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked forlornly wiping her tears.

The young sailor looked at the Skipper who shook his head. They couldn't tell her what they found out. The Professor needed to tell her on his own. If they told Ginger, then the Professor would easily deny it and say they misunderstood what he wrote and they accuse them of snooping into his private journal. In other words, he would turn it around on them and poor Ginger would still not have her Professor.

"I…I just think that it will be." Gilligan said. "Sometimes things work out the way you want."

"Ginger please let us help him." The Skipper said putting his hand on her shoulder. "This is the only way."

Ginger nodded. "Okay." She said.