"What?" Helen gasped gaping at him in shock.

"I guess you hit your head harder than I thought," Nick muttered scowling, "the big guy said you should be fine."

"You know him?" Helen wondered studying her supposed son for any signs he was lying, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing he sounded honest but she was stumped at how she could have another child, after Ashley...

"Of course," Nick stated as if it were obvious, "I grew up here, I've known him all my life. At least you remember somebody, you know your name right? You don't have total amnesia?"

"My name is Helen Magnus," she confirmed and he looked slightly relieved, "assuming you're telling the truth, then it is likely I may have retrograde amnesia."

"Assuming I'm telling the truth?" Nick repeated looking slightly hurt.

"It's not every day I wake up discovering I have a son," Helen explained still trying to grasp if any of this was possible, "what year is it?"

"2032," Nick offered, "what year do you think it is?"

"2011," Helen replied, realizing it was possible she had had another child within that time frame, "how old are you?"

"17," Nick answered rubbing his eyes tiredly, "so how do we get your memory back?"

"It's not like switching on a light," Helen informed him, "the memories may come back in pieces or all at once or I maybe I'll never remember the past 21 years of my life."

"Isn't there some kind of secret... memory recalling abnormal?" he asked with a half hearted hope.

"No," Helen laughed and even Nick smiled slightly before looking saddened.

"You should rest," he explained, "I have work to do."

"You should rest," she retorted, "you look exhausted, can't someone else do your job?"

"I always look exhausted," Nick informed her wistfully and rubbed his eyes again, "and no."

"What about Will?" she offered and instantly regretted it seeing the flash of pain in Nick's eyes.

"He died Mom," Nick whispered quietly, "he died a long time ago, along with... maybe its a good thing you've forgotten, you're life was so much better 21 years ago."

She tried to think of a reply as she exchanged a long sorrowful look with her son but couldn't think of one, suddenly afraid of asking after the others. He left before she could bring up the courage to ask how it had happened, much to her annoyance, leaving her alone with an aching head and a thousand unanswered questions.

Chapter End Notes:

I am sorry for killing Will by the way, please don't hate me