The car ride back home was dead silent.

Lincoln stared out the window, watching Royal Woods pass by. He felt like he was on a vacation in a foreign land. Even when he passed the arcade, the mall, and his own school, places that he visited hundreds of times before and used to know like the back of his hand, no memories surfaced.

Lincoln sat in the middle of the van. Behind him, Lynn couldn't help but to not stare ahead at her brother. Back in the hospital room, when he first said that he had no memory of her, the athlete thought that he was joking. How could her own little brother forget about her? He's known her all of his life, after all. Luan has to be behind this, she thought. As Lynn continued to talk to Lincoln, however, the dark, grim reality started to dawn on her. Lincoln had no idea who she was. Lynn might as well have been a random person plucked from off of the street; her brother would have known her just as well as the stranger.

It wasn't just Lynn, either. Each and every Loud sister gathered around, trying to refresh Lincoln's memory, but to no avail.

"Don't you remember me, Lincoln? You help me write poems all the time!"

"Male sibling, do you mean to tell me that you are unable to educe even a minuscule memory of myself?"

"Don't tell me you forgot me Lincoln! It's Lola! I'm your favorite sister!"

Lincoln could only frown and shake his head. "No… I'm… I'm sorry."

The doctor had said that memory loss was not an uncommon side effect of concussions, and that even minor bumps to the head could cause such an event. It certainly didn't help that Lincoln was only eleven, or that he hit his head on a hard rock, either. It would be a few weeks before he'd recover; even then, the doctor said that there was a chance that his mind could be permanently altered.

In all her years of playing sports, Lynn had been hit, tackled, bruised, punched, knocked around, and pounded; she had had her hair pulled, she had been scratched, and she was even bitten a couple of times.

Still, despite all of that, the news that the doctor gave the family hurt much, much more than any injury she had suffered before. And, the worst part?

It was all her fault.


Lincoln was the first one to enter the house. His entire family followed slowly behind him, watching to see if his childhood home elicited any memory from him.

It did not. As Lynn Sr. opened the front door, letting Lincoln walk inside, the boy didn't feel at home at all. Despite the fact that he had walked through the front door thousands of times, doing so this time around felt like a new experience for Lincoln. He looked around; he felt unfamiliar with the structure and layout of the house. It might as well have been his first time in the Loud residence.

"So, son…" said the Loud father, his voice shaking. "Do you feel at home?"

Although his memory was in shambles, Lincoln's kind-heartedness and honesty were still very much intact. He wasn't about to lie.

"No… I'm sorry, Dad."

Any sense of hopefulness on the Loud father's face faded away.

"I… I think I'm going to go to my room for a little."

"Alright, Lincoln," said Rita, her bottom lip quivering. She held Lily in her arms, shaking the baby back and forth; even the infant knew that something was wrong. The atmosphere of the living room was tense. People spoke softly. There was an overarching sense of uneasiness surrounding the entire family. "D-Dinner will be ready in about an hour."

Lincoln nodded, and turned around, taking one last look at his so-called family before heading upstairs. At the hospital, he spoke with his mother and father about his situation. He learned that his name was Lincoln Loud, he was eleven years old, and, apparently, he had ten sisters. Wow. With that many siblings, why was it so hard to remember even one thing about them?

At the top of the stairs, Lincoln looked around, confused, before turning back around.

"Uh, which one is my room?"

"Oh, God," Lynn whispered to herself without even realizing she was doing so. Seeing Lincoln unable to find his own room, and knowing that it was all her fault, was not an easy thing for her to watch.

"End of the hall!", yelled Luan.

Lincoln nodded before turning around and walking right.

Rita stifled a chuckle. Even without his memories, Lincoln was still the same lovable doofus. "Other way, sweetie!"

"Sorry!"

When Lincoln was out of sight, Lynn Sr. turned to face Lynn Jr. The father simply pointed upstairs; he didn't need to say anything. Lynn knew that she would be grounded to her room for a long, long time. Forget sports. Forget her teams. Forget life as she knew it.

Forget… there would be a lot of forgetting in the Loud House happening in the coming weeks.

Damn them all, thought Lynn. Normally, getting kicked off of her sport teams would spell the end of the world for the young athlete. Now, however, in the wake of her brother's injuries… she really couldn't care less.

Walking up the stairs, she knew that she deserved this.


Even though he didn't remember his living room, Lincoln thought that he might have a bit more luck with memories of his own bedroom.

He was wrong.

No matter what he did, no memories would surface. Lincoln laid down on his bed, trying to get comfortable like he may have done every night before his concussion. He rummaged through his dresser, looking at his clothes and possessions. He booted up his laptop, looking through his files. Nothing he did helped; it was no different than being in a complete stranger's room.

Sitting on his bed, Lincoln noticed that his door was slightly ajar. He may not have any long-term memories, but his short-term memories were on par— he could have sworn that he had just closed it.

Upon closer inspection, Lincoln saw several pairs of eyes looking through at him. He chuckled.

Outside of the door, every Loud sister with the exception of Lynn was trying their best to look into Lincoln's room. Of course, this proved to be difficult with nine different people doing so at the same time.

When they saw Lincoln look back at them and chuckle, the big blob of sisters gathered around the door quickly dispersed. Everybody scurried away at least a few feet from Lincoln's room. They were caught!

Lori shook her head. "He's not even familiar with his own room."

"Totally bogus!" Luna gritted her teeth. "If Lynn wasn't so rough with him, none of this would have happened!"

"I'd like to give that sweaty pig a lesson!" said Lola, cracking her knuckles.

"Calm down!" cried Leni. "We can't get mad at Lynn. She lost control, but we all make mistakes! Getting back at her won't do anything. Right now, we should just, like, focus on helping Lincoln."

There was a pause as everybody considered Leni's proposal. She was pretty ditzy, sure, but sometimes, the fashionista made really good points. This was one of those times.

"Lynn probably already feels terrible about it," continued Leni. "If we all work together, I'm sure we can do something to, like, help Linky regain his memory. We need to at least try!"

Another pause, this time longer.

Lana smiled. "That… that's actually a really good idea, Leni."

"I like it," said Lucy, nodding.

"In that case, I hereby propose a sibling meeting." Lisa smiled. That was rare for her to do, almost so much so as Lucy. "During said meeting, we will discuss our plan on helping Lincoln regain his memories. I look forward to seeing you all in Lori's room after dinner."


Clyde McBride looked down at his phone and frowned.

He didn't text Lincoln often, but when he did, his white-haired friend usually responded quickly. Today, though, that was not the case.

7:21 AM: hey, buddy. wanna hang today?

9:02 AM: lincoln?

11:45 AM: there's a 2 for 1 deal at the arcade. wanna go l8r?

2:14 AM: link? you there, buddy?

Sighing, Clyde stood up from his couch. He decided that he'd give Lincoln a visit in person. Half of him decided this because was bored and wanted to do something with a friend, but the other half of him did this because he felt concerned for Lincoln. It was not like him to leave him hanging this long.

The outdoors were cold, and wind brushed past Clyde, causing him to shiver. Michigan, he thought. Do you have to insist on trying to kill your residents with frostbite?

Eventually, the McBride boy reached the Loud residence. Surprised, Clyde saw Lincoln sitting on a bench on his front porch.

"Hey, buddy!", Clyde called, approaching the house.

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "Uh, hi."

"You busy?" said Clyde, now in front of Lincoln. "Wanna head down to the arcade?"

"Are… are you a friend of mine?"

Clyde frowned. Why was Lincoln playing dumb? If this was a joke, it was a bad one.

"Uh, yeah? I'm your best friend, dude. Clyde McBride! Do you not recognize me? It's the haircut, isn't it?"

"Sorry, Clyde," said Lincoln. When he said 'Clyde', he drew the word out a bit longer than he should have. To the McBride boy, it sounded as if Lincoln was unfamiliar with the name, almost as if he was saying for the first time. "My memory… it's really foggy right now. I guess I hit my head on a rock or something, but it's going to be awhile before things go back to normal. I… I don't know who you are."

Clyde gasped. He was surprised that Lincoln was sent to the hospital.

"You know, it's funny," continued Lincoln. "You say that I'm your best friend. You probably remember hundreds of times we hung out, got in trouble together, and had a good time with one another." Lincoln's voice began to trouble. "B-But… to me… you're a complete stranger. It's… it's just… so… sad..."

Lincoln brought his head down, covering his face in his hands. He sniffled; this was not easy for him.

Clyde walked up to his friend, and sat down next to him.

"Hey, Lincoln," he said, patting his white-haired friend on the back. "Would you like me to tell you about those times we got in trouble together? You're one crazy person, dude, so there's a lot, trust me." The nerd chuckled.

Lincoln brought his head up, and smiled. "Yeah… I'd like that a lot, Clyde."

"Well, for starters, there was this time that you drew this comic. Did you know that you're an amazingly talented artist? Anyway, we were going to submit it to a contest, but then principle Huggins, the old, strict guy that runs our school, took it away from you. We did some crazy stuff to break out of detention and get the comic to the mail in the time, believe me." Clyde grinned. "Get comfortable, buddy. This is going to take awhile."

The two friends sat outside for quite some time. Hours flew by like minutes as Lincoln learned about himself, laughing nearly the entire time.


"Ever since our male sibling's unfortunate head injury, he had shown every sign of severe memory loss." Lisa adjusted her glasses.

The Loud sisters (of course, with the exception of Lynn, who was grounded) were gathered inside of Lori's room for an emergency sibling meeting; some laid on either her or Leni's bed, some stood, some sat on the ground. Everybody, however, paid close attention to Lisa and what she was saying. If there was anyone that knew how to help Lincoln, it was her.

"Lincoln's lost memories seem to be focused around people and places," continued Lisa. "Fortunately, he still remembers basic things like how to eat and use a fork, as we saw at dinner a few minutes ago."

"So, what can we do to help him get his memory back?", asked Luan. "Can we just around and wait?"

Lisa shook her head. "No. In fact, simply waiting for Lincoln's memories to come back to him would be very disadvantageous; time is of the essence. The best thing we can do is try to remind him of the most momentous events about us, preferably ones within the last year. Any ideas?"

There was a brief pause.

"Maybe the time we all planted a tree in the backyard together?", suggested Lana.

"That's a start," said Lisa. "But, we're going to need even stronger memories than that."

Leni twiddled her thumbs. "Remember when we all got into a fight for a few days and had to start the sister fight protocol? Like, we dumped dirty laundry on Lincoln, drew on his bedsheets without asking, and we didn't let him in the kitchen or bathroom."

Lucy sighed. "We didn't let him watch TV, either, even though nobody else was using it."

Lori shook her head in shame, recalling the time that the entire family thought Lincoln was bad luck. "Yeah, looking back… it was pretty shitty of us to have done that to him."

"Still," said Lisa. "It's a strong memory. Anything else?"

"What about the time we made Lincoln sleep outside?", said Luna. "Or the time we made him wear a squirrel suit?"

Silence filled the room. Looking back at it, the Loud sisters were beginning to realize just how cruel they were to Lincoln during the 'luck' incident. They made him sleep in the backyard, for Christ's sake.

"Why are so many of Lincoln's memories so bad?", said Lola, her voice shaking with guilt.

"What kind of sisters are we?"