I do not own any of the characters except for Sally.

The next morning I waited in the kitchen for Mom. She would know what's going on with him. I played with my fork and empty plate. Yesterday was so strange. First off, Tommy acted as if he hadn't seen me in years, which he even said that he did! He also managed to confuse not only my mother and I, but a group of boys and some weird police officer. Speaking of them, who did they think they are? They are some of the rudest boys I've ever met. Who thinks it is right to, I know it's a cliché, but kick someone when they're down?

Mom suddenly walks back into the kitchen, making me jump. "Didn't mean to scare you, Sal."

"I know, I know." I pick up my plate and fork and put them in the sink. "Can you braid my hair today?" My hair was long and thick. I never could "tame" my hair. Plus, Mom always knew the right way to style it. She said it made my dirty blonde hair look pretty, and it did. She was always right.

She nods. "Sure thing, dear." She walks over to my seat. "Sit here."

I sit down in my seat ready for her to do so. She parts my hair into three sections and begins to weave them into a braid.

"How's Tommy?" I ask.

"He thinks it's all a dream." She sighs. "I'm starting to get worried."

I chuckle. "How do you think I feel?" Suddenly, we hear a shriek from upstairs. Mom stops braiding for a second. "What was that?"

"Hopefully your brother is okay…" She says, now braiding my hair again.

Shortly, Tommy walked down the stairs in his Speed Racer pajamas. I chuckled. He used to be obsessed with that kind of stuff.

"Well hello there, sleepy head." I greeted him with a smile.

He looked around the kitchen, appearing very confused. "Wh-Where am I?"

"You're home sweetheart." Mom says, now finished with my braid. She walks over to Tommy and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and surprisingly, he accepts it.

"No, no, no. Something's very wrong." He says. "…Mom, am I dead?"

I immediately look at Mom, and she returns the same confused look. Then we both look back at him.

"Why would you ask such a preposterous thing?" I ask. Might I say, I was proud I used a word like 'preposterous'. It made me feel a lot smarter.

"I'm wearing my speed racer pjs that I haven't seen in 30 years…"

"Alright, fine. I got a little backed up on the laundry. There's still a lot of unpacking to do."

"Don't worry. Your Batman and Robin ones haven't run off." I say with a sickly sweet tone. My, I was good at pushing his buttons.

"Sal, do you know how old I am?" He says like I'm dumbfounded.

"Twleve. Almost thirteen." I respond. "We're twins, remember?"

"No. I'm 41 years old. I live in Beverly Hills. I got a smokin' hot girlfriend who's got her own reality show!" He claims.

I squint. "…Earth to Tommy?"

"I play centerfield for the Dodgers." He continues. "And somehow, I'm back here. And Mom's here, and you're here, Sal, and the pancakes smell so real," He pauses and looks at the ground, then back to us. "And I think I'm gonna' throw up!"

"Alright, alright. Take it easy. I thought you liked pancakes." Mom said. Great, now he's making her feel bad. Smooth move, Tombo. "I'll make you some eggs."

"No eggs. I drink protein shakes."

I stand up. "Maybe he has a concussion. I read about it somewhere that symptoms include amnesia and personality changes."

"Oh dear lord." Mom says, face palming. "I let you sleep too long. I'm going to call the doctor right now." She says, hurrying to the phone.

"Mom, put down the phone." He smiles. "I don't think I have a concussion. I just think I'm dead!"

Mom dials anyway, and I sigh. What's gotten into him?

Later on we went to the doctor. Currently, the doctor was waving a lollipop in front of Tommy's face, expecting him to suddenly "feel better". Doctors are useless…

"I bet this will bring you back to life." The doctor chuckled.

"Give me a break." I said, rolling my eyes.

Tommy looks at me, obviously confused. "Has everyone gone nuts?"

"Appears so." I mutter to myself.

"Okay now, Tommy, why don't you tell me what's wrong?" The doctor asks.

"Come on Doc, isn't it your job to tell me what's wrong?" Tommy asks. Okay, so this Doctor got on my nerves too, but I would never have said that to his face! Talk about being rude.

"Alright then. How's your memory?"

"Well… I remember some things they were real. Like my mom, and Sally, and the house, and the kids from the sandlot. But other things… they're kinda foggy. Like I'm watching TiVo."

"TiVo? You mean TV? The television?" He looks at Mom. She shrugs. What the hell is TiVo?

"No, TiVo. Pausing real time, zapping commercials… unless I'm in them." He says with a smirk. I roll my eyes. Dork.

"You know what? Why don't you and your sister go wait outside while I talk to your mom, okay?" The doctor smiles.

"I'd actually prefer to stay, Doc. See, my trainers back at Dodger's stadium, they give me the skinny all the time."

Mom sighs. "This is what I mean, Doctor. Half the time I don't know what he's talking about." I nod in agreement.

"Other than a bump on the noggin' he's fine! Absolutely fine."

"You think I'm fine?" Tommy questions. Look at this haircut. Look at these weak biceps! How can you call any of this fine?" He turns to face me and Mom. "Let's go, this guy's a quack." He jumps off the chair, and walks to the door.

"Tommy!" Mom yells. He turns around. "You apologize this instant!"

"Actually, Tommy. I'd like you to wait outside with your sister while I talk to your mother." He said. "In private."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Whatever…"

I sighed and stood up. "Thank you, Doctor." I followed him outside his room.

We wait there, occasionally looking through the blinds on his window. "I can't believe you."

He looked at me. "What?"

"You know what. Sure, I don't like this doctor either but that's no way to talk in public."

"Easy for you to say…"

I pause. "Excuse me?"

"You've always been a goody-two-shoes, I'm pretty sure you still are in 2007!"

"…2007?" I ask. "You're so bizarre. How are we related?"

"Beats me." He says in reply, but then his expression changes. "It's been forever since I've seen you."

"You see me every day."

"No. We don't talk! You don't send me letters, call, or even text me."

"Text?" I ask. Now I'm confused. Thankfully, Mom stepped out just in time.

"I'm thirsty! I need a drink." Tommy states.

"…Let's just get some soda." Mom says.

Back at home, Mom and I went over some pictures with Tommy. They were of him, me, and mostly are other family members. He had quite a few things to say about each of them…

"Who's this again?" He asks, before the doorbell rings. Mom gets up to answer the door.

"Tommy, Sal, some boys are here to see you."

We both walk over to the door, confused. The shorter boy speaks first. "Hi I'm DP, this is Wings-" But Tommy cuts him off.

"Timber and Two-Ton. Yeah, I remember you guys. It's all coming back to me… like it was yesterday."

"It was yesterday." I smirk. He shoots me an I-don't-need-your-sarcasm face. "Humor is the best medicine." Man, I was on a roll today.

"Anyway, we just wanted to see how you're feelin'." DP says.

"And the girl." Two-Ton adds.

"The girl's name is Sarah Santorelli, Sally or Sal for short." Tommy states. I smile at him. At least he cares.

"Lucky it wasn't your… eyeball!" Wings says. He pretends to take his eyeball out, which I find childish. I mean what are we? Six? According to Tommy, he's in his forties! Anyways, he lucky he's cute, because then every girl would think he's weird.

"Well I'm he's fine now." Both Tommy and I smile.

"Yeah, so, thanks for stopping by kids." He tries to shut the door, but Two-Ton sticks his foot out, blocking him.

"What's with this constant kid crap? I'm really glad you're not playing on our team." Two-Ton says.

"What team?" Tommy and I say in unison. This happens all the time. It's a twin thing.

"Our team! We play on the sandlot…"

"Yeah sandlot…" Timber adds.

"It needs another player." Wings adds.

"But only because the best ballplayer in the history of the sandlot is back. Puttin' on a clinic." Two-Ton looks at the other boys, who nod in agreement.

"Who said anything about me putting on a clinic?" Which came from none other than Tommy Santorelli.

"You?" DP and I say at the same time. Now that was weird. "Jinx!" We say in unison again.

"We're talking about Benny." Says Two-Ton.

"The Jet." Says Timber.

"Rodriguez." Says Wings.

Tommy chuckles. "That bum?" I hit him in the arm. "Ouch." He holds his arm, glaring at me.

"Bum? He's got the best batting average on the Dodgers this year." Says DP.

"Wait… he's here too?"

"Benny's amazing man."

"The best!"

"Please, Benny only got as far as he did because he can run. When his knee tanked him, he retired and became a coach." Tommy stated. How much does he know about baseball, anyway?

"What's he talking about?" Two-Ton asked the guys, then looks at me. I shrug.

"Just go with them honey, the fresh air will do you some good." Mom said from the living room. "You too, Sal."

"But mom!" We complained, once again, in unison.

"No buts, get out. I'm serious."

Tommy sighed. "Let me get my mitt…" He took one step forward, then stopped. "I'll get you one too or something, Sal."

He left me then, with the boys. Fantastic.

"You guys are such twins…" Wings stated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You guys are both stubborn." Two-Ton says. And it sounds like he doesn't mind saying it.

"I beg your pardon! You shouldn't tell someone that to their face!"

"It's true!" He says in retaliation.

That's when Tommy came back just in time. We all went on our bikes, and rode to the sandlot. You had to go through town of course, and it was nice to see all the people shopping. Except I kept getting distracted by Wings, who kept trying to race me there.

Wings peddled next to me. "Come on, one race, darling."

"Call me that again and I'll get Tommy to beat you up."

"He can't remember anything. You think he'll remember you?" That's it. I've had it.

I start gaining speed, now in front of him. "I'll see you at the finish line, Chicken Wing." Now I'm being immature… but it was necessary. Eventually Wings passed me, well, everyone passed me, but I was glad I had people to talk to… even if they were the most annoying people in the Valley.

Author's note: This was a lot of writing… hopefully you guys liked it! See that button down there? Press it! I love reviews.