"How's your brother doing?" Colby asked a tired-looking Don in the hospital hallway.

Don huffed, frustrated. "He doesn't remember a thing that happened to him."

"Amnesia?" Colby asked, concerned. Don shook his head.

"The doctor says Charlie's head wound is superficial. He thinks perhaps Charlie has blocked out the memory of what happened to him."

Colby nodded sympathetically. "We've seen it before. Trauma victims with memory loss. Maybe he just needs some rest. The memories could come in time."

"I don't want to wait that long," Don replied. "I want to find out who did this to my brother and make him pay!" Don rubbed his eyes, trying to contemplate a solution. "Okay, I've sent the clothes Charlie was wearing down to the lab. They aren't his. So someone had to have given them to him."

"We can trace the manufacturer," Colby said. "See which stores in the area sell the brand. Maybe we'll get lucky and we'll find a fingerprint."

Don nodded. "Another thing: Charlie was soaking wet when he was on our doorstep this morning. But it wasn't raining when I woke up. It was raining last night. That means Charlie was either out on our doorstep since last night or he was walking in the rain before then."

Colby thought a moment. "We'll check all the places in your neighborhood. Maybe he was held somewhere close, close enough to walk. If he was driven to the house, he would have been dry by the morning."

"I'm gonna get back in there," Don said, looking towards Charlie's hospital room. "Thanks, Colby."

Colby grinned. "We'll figure this out. I'm glad Charlie's all right."

Don went back in Charlie's room. Amita and Alan were there sitting on either side of Charlie. Charlie had some color in his face and his cuts were cleaned up. His eye was purple and there still was a bruise on his cheek, but it was subsiding. He was sitting up in bed, a tray of food in front of him.

"What about my classes?" he asked Amita.

Amita rubbed his arm. "Larry has been teaching your classes since you've been gone."

Charlie snickered. "I bet my students were thrilled about that."

Amita smiled. "They've actually taken quite a shine to him." Charlie nodded and looked over at Don. Don attempted a smile.

"So when am I getting out of here?" Charlie asked Don.

"Well, the doctors said you can go home when you're ready…"

"Good," Charlie answered, starting to get out of bed. "I'm ready now." Alan pushed him back.

"Woh, not so fast, son." Alan said. "Let's wait until the doctors clear you. Plus you need to eat your dinner first." Charlie made a face.

"I'm not hungry." Charlie answered. Alan started to urge him on, but Charlie waved him off abruptly. "Dad, I'm not hungry! I just want to go home."

Don stepped in. "I'll go get the doctor and see when he can discharge you," he offered. Charlie laid back, huffing.

That evening, Charlie and the family were back in the Eppes home. Alan offered to help him in but Charlie waved him off. "I'm fine. I'm not a baby," he replied. Alan didn't push him. Amita looked a little unnerved. Charlie noticed and took her hand. "I'm a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed," Charlie said.

Amita nodded. "Okay, I'll be up in a bit." Charlie scratched his head, looking around at the house. Before he walked upstairs, Don stopped him.

"Charlie, when you're feeling better, I need you to come down to the office and make a statement," Don said.

Charlie huffed, rubbing his eyes. "Why? I can't remember anything."

"I know, Charlie," Don urged. "But maybe once we start talking, some memories will come back. It's worth a try." Charlie looked apprehensive but agreed.

The next morning, Don was at the office going over leads with Colby and David.

"We got the results back from the lab," David told Don. "The sweat pants Charlie was wearing were pretty worn. They couldn't find a label anywhere. But it looks like the hat and shirt are made by Old Navy."

"That doesn't really narrow it down," Colby answered. "There are Old Navy's at every mall in California."

"Maybe," Don said, "But that tends to be a place where mostly teenagers shop. That could be a lead."

"Right," David answered. "And we found something else. The shirt has been discontinued for several years now. Looks like they actually stopped making it in 1999."

"Over ten years ago?" Don exclaimed. David nodded. "Okay, we'll come to back to that. Colby, did you find anything?"

"We went door to door, checking out neighboring developments," Colby replied. "One suspicious lead. There is a guy who lives five blocks from Charlie's who was charged with burglary and assault three years ago. Shawn Miller. He didn't answer his door and he didn't show up for work the past couple of days."

"Okay, find him," Don said, "And bring him here."

Meanwhile, Charlie was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. From the bright sun radiating through the window curtain, he could tell it was late morning. Charlie squinted, throwing the covers over his face. For some reason, the sun had been really bothering him lately. His eyes kept burning whenever he was outside. He didn't want to get up and confront the day. He didn't want to go to Don's office and be interviewed. He just wanted to go back to sleep. The pillow was so comfortable and he didn't want to think about what may have happened to him. "Two months!" Charlie thought to himself. He had been gone two months, and he couldn't remember any of it. From all his bruises, it couldn't have been good. Maybe it was better he didn't remember. Charlie took a deep breath and forced himself to get out of bed.

When Charlie went downstairs, he found Amita and Alan sitting at the kitchen table. They both immediately jumped up when they saw Charlie.

"Hey son," Alan said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well? Do you want some breakfast? Or I guess I should say lunch. It's 11:00." Charlie waved him off.

"I'm not hungry," Charlie answered. Alan looked concerned.

"You need to eat something, Charlie," Alan insisted. "The doctor said you're malnourished, and you need to keep drinking water so you're not dehydrated." Charlie closed his eyes, trying not to get frustrated.

"Alright, I'll have some toast," Charlie offered. Alan nodded and went to work in the kitchen. Charlie sat down at the kitchen table next to Amita.

"Why are you here? Don't you have a class?" Charlie asked her.

Amita shrugged. "I got Jennie to cover my classes this week."

"Why?" Charlie asked, surprised.

Amita rubbed his arm. "It's okay. I want to be here with you."

Charlie shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm going back to CalSci tomorrow anyways."

"Oh no, you're not," Alan said, putting a plate in front of Charlie. Charlie noticed that it not only had toast on it, but eggs and bacon and fruit as well. "You need to rest."

"Why? I told you I'm fine." Charlie answered. "I need to get back to my students, plus Don is going to need me for cases soon."

"Don needs you to get better first." Amita said. "Are you going to go to his office today for the interview?" Charlie didn't answer.