"Who are you?"

Prof continuously repeated this question before the Commissioner took him to the hospital. The Commissioner specifically told me to stay and clean the Mystery Room. "We don't want anymore accidents, now," were his exact words. I wanted to come with them, because I was frightfully worried about Prof. Though, Potty Prof didn't like the thought of me accompinaying them. So, they left with me wondering why he would try so hard to make me stay and clean the office.

However, I hardly did any tidying up. The room was still a complete mess. All I could think of was Prof. I slowly spun on his swivel chair, lost deeply in my thoughts. I wondered if he would ever remember me. He's the perfect one, and yet, he has no clue of who I am. He seemed to remember who the Commissioner is, but not me.

Another question entered my mind. "Wot was Prof gonna tell me before he fell? 'I've been meaning to ask you this for quite a while now. But, I was afraid.' That's wot he said, weren't it?" I asked myself as I spun faster. "But why would Prof be afraid? He's never afraid." I pondered on this question while watching the room gradually get more orange by the sun setting. A tear rolled down my face, followed by more. Why...? Why would you forget me?


I heard soft knocking on the door and quickly wiped my tears away. I don't want anyone to know I was crying. I ran to the door and opened it. Standing there, with a bandage around his head, was Prof. I could still see his curly ponytail, and it was crimson. Potty Prof stared at me intensely, while he scowled. "Who are you?" He sneered. I smiled sweetly, hoping he would remember my happy nature. "I'm Lucy Baker. Your assistant."

Prof entered the room and scoffed. "There is no one I know with the name 'Lucy,' he stated quite confidently. "And I certainly do not have an assistant!" Those words were poison to me. He sounded so sure too. The day we met, the cases we've solved and any memory with me, is gone. I want him to remember. I need him to remember...

Prof extended his hand to me. "I'm terribly sorry, miss. Pleased to meet you. Or rather, it's nice to see you again." I grinned, glad he was Placid Prof again. I walked up to him to shake his hand, though I slipped on something and fell. I held my breath and waited to hit the floor. But, I didn't. No, I fell on top of him and we both hit the ground. Our faces were only centimeters apart and we were both staring directly in each others eyes. I was so close, I could smell the scent of tea on him. Oh, what a sweet scent!

My heart pounded and I felt a rush of warmness throughout my body. The butterflies in my stomach awoke and I couldn't help but blush furiously. I jumped off quickly and buried my face in my hands with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I babbled mindlessly. Prof got up and dusted himself. He looked at me and his eyes sparkled. "It's fine. Don't worry, as long as no one is hurt." He smiled sweetly and it made me blush harder. Suddenly, his hair became the dangerous red. "You should have listened and cleaned the room," he scolded angrily. "Then you wouldn't have fallen on top of me. I just went the hospital, woman!"

I looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Prof." He didn't seem to accept my apology. He simply walked right pass me, sat at his desk and spun on his chair, so his back was facing me. I stood in the middle of the room wondering if I did something wrong. Say something, Prof! I yelled in my mind.

"I have yet to judge your intellect. Then I'll decide if I actually want to remember you." My jaw dropped and a piece of my heart died. I wasn't expecting him to say that. "You don't wanna remember me!?"

"Get ready for a test tomorrow," he murmured. "Now, get out of my office before I cut out your tongue!"


Don't worry, it gets more interesting soon. Just you wait...