Boy, Nya hadn't changed at all. She looked just how Jay remembered her from fifteen years ago. Her silky ebony hair framed her beautiful face. Her soft, chocolate-brown eyes were still sweet and determined, but now they held a hint of confusion. She was wearing a gorgeous red kimono, accented with golden cherry blossoms and a pink sash. The one thing that disrupted her otherwise elegant appearance was the nasty scabs all over her face. She seemed to have acquired many cuts in her delicate face. They were, however, healing greatly. Jay detected no signs of infection, just the skin cells slowly but surely repairing themselves.

She didn't remember him. Even if she had, Jay had changed. He used to wear his hair long and choppy, mostly because his mom couldn't afford for him to get his hair cut, but now it was neatly done and combed over. He now wore sunglasses to cover his blue eyes, which served as the one things he could be recognized by. Nearly everyone in Ninjago had brown or black eyes. There was the occasional hazel, but none had blue eyes like Jay. In fact, Jay had been called the Blue-Eyed Inventor many times. Back when he was still in school, his blue eyes and reddish-brown hair were always the source of his bullying issues. Jay would come hone crying to his mom and telling her he wanted to either move back to Ignacia or get brown contact lenses, but neither changes ever happened. Not that he cared now.

This time, Jay hired one of his regular drivers to take them to his day both he and Nya were signed out of the hospital, they made their way to Walker Manor. "You won the contest," Jay had told her. "You get to live like a celebrity for a while." Thankfully, she bought it.

The limo ride was long and quiet. Jay whistled, tapped his fingers, stomped his feet. Anything to break the horrible silence. Nya was looking out the window solemnly, not offering any conversation. Jay would have talked to her, but he felt as if his mouth was glued shut. What do you say to the person you haven't seen since you were seven? What do you say when that person is suffering severe amnesia and doesn't remember you or anything? Jay, surprisingly, couldn't come up with anything.

Finally, the limousine pulled into Jay's driveway. The chauffeur opened the door to let Jay and Nya out and led them inside. Nya was gaping at the size of the house. It was a manor, alright. Jay smirked. Just wait till she saw the inside.

The inside was amazing, for sure. Once you walked in, you saw a large family room with electronic windows serving as walls, digitally programmed to let Jay see whatever he wanted. Embarrassingly enough, the windows were showing him the mountains he used to live near in Ignacia. Even more embarrassing, the whole room was cluttered with scrap pieces of metal or discarded inventions. In the middle of the room was a silver spiral staircase, leading up to all of the higher floors. To the left was an elevator, another option.

Jay spread out him arms in a beholding matter. "Welcome to Walker Manor. Here, let me bring you on a tour. This, obviously, is the living room." He gestured to the room they were standing in. "Those windows are actually one large video screen. I can change it for you, if you want. You can see the beach, the sky, anything."

Nya smiled thoughtfully. "I actually like the mountains."

Jay blushed slightly. "Yeah. They remind me of where I grew up. Anyways, this is seriously the whole first floor. There's a bathroom through that hallway." He pointed to the right where a small corridor stood. "Other than that, let's go up." Jay motioned for her to follow him up the spiral staircase. "Here's the second floor, comprised of kitchen and dining room." The kitchen was large and spacious, expensive appliances filling it. In the lovely cabinets were anything Jay could need while cooking. "Along with inventing, I also dabble in the culinary arts," he informed Nya. She surprisingly seemed mutually interested in everything Jay was saying, though she was obviously in deep thought at the same time. "The dining table is over there." It was a fairly simple glass table with only one chair pulled up to it. Jay blushed again. Could it have been more obvious that he hadn't prepared for a guest?

"Your house is very nice," Nya commented.

"Thanks." The clueless tone in her voice could not be hidden. Jay felt so guilty. It was his fault Nya was like this. "Well, up we go." They ascended the staircase again to bring them to a narrow hallway with two doors. "This is your bedroom," he said, gesturing to the door on his right. They walked in to reveal a large guest room, not unlike a hotel room. It had, like the first floor, digital windows to portray any scene. The windows were still on the Sea of Sand from when his parents had visited a few months ago. There was a private bathroom connected. "The windows are voice command, so you can just say what you want to see." Jay fished a few paperclips and gears out of his pockets, fiddling with them out of habit. "Um, I don't really want you going in my room, and the last floor is my personal inventing lab, so I'd rather you not go there. Got it?"

Nya nodded. "I understand, Mr. Walker."

Jay winced. "It's Jay to you. Mr. Walker is my dad."

Nya giggled, a sound that caused Jay to grin like a complete dork. "Alright, Jay. So, what is there to do here?"

"I have a game system on the first floor with Fist to Face 4, Sitar Legend 2, and a bunch of fighting games I developed my self." Jay shrugged. "Don't know if you like any of those, though. I also have a pool and hot tub out back, complete with water slide and everything. I was going to go-"

Ding dong! Ding dong!

"And that'll be the doorbell." Jay sighed. "I'll get it, and I don't really mind what you decide to do."

He climbed down to stairs to the first floor. He pushed a small button next to the door and a holographic image fabricated before him, showing Jay who was at the door. He sighed in relief when he saw who it was. Unlocking a few locks, he opened the front door and smiled. "Hey, Cole."

"Hey, man." Cole stood with three other young males, no doubt his fellow Royal Blacksmiths. They were a famous singing and dancing quartet across Ninjago. Cole was the leader after his father retired a year ago. Cole had been Jay's first friend when he'd moved to Ninjago. Cole was the only one who had welcomed the 'Blue-Eyed Junkyard Freak' to Ninjago City Elementary. Over the years, they became great friends, both coincidentally becoming famous. Cole turned to a younger man, probably about seventeen, and said, "See, Ronnie? I told you I knew him."

"Sweet!" Ronnie had straight black hair and brown eyes with extremely pink, round cheeks. He forcibly grabbed Jay's hand and shook it wildly, causing Jay to jump back a bit. "Can you sign my jPhone?" he asked, holding out a sleek phone and a silver sharpie to Jay. "And can I take a selfie with you? I want everyone to believe that I met you!"

Jay looked at Cole quizzically, but the latter just shrugged. Jay grabbed the phone and marker and rapidly signed it, adding a signature lightning bolt to the end. Ronnie hurriedly opened his camera application and took a picture with Jay. The kid looked so happy that Jay thought he was going to faint from all the excitement.

"Okay, you got what you wanted, now go wait in the van. All of you," Cole said, his entourage slowly backing away to the car. "So, how are you?"

Jay shrugged, suppressing a grin. "Pretty good, considering I was in an extreme care crash five days ago. Do you wanna come in?"

Cole shook his head. "No thanks. I just wanted to see how you were doing. Did you hear anything about the lady in the opposing car's condition?"

"Heh, funny thing," Jay murmured. "She was traveling here all the way from Ignacia, and now she has some serious amnesia. Plus, now she's-"

A loud alarm rung, piercing Jay and Cole's ears. Jay bit his lip hard. "She's trying to get my room!"

Nya stood in the open doorway of her new room for a minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. How long did it take Jay to answer the door?

Nya honestly didn't know what to think about Jay. He seemed pretty nervous about Nya living in his house. If he had issued the contest that Nya had won, why hadn't he prepared more? Nya had noticed how cluttered his house was. It was beautiful, yes, but very disorganized.

As Nya stood there, she couldn't help but let her eyes rest on the door across the hall. Jay's room sat there, and Nya's curiosity was about to eat her alive. Slowly, she inched toward the door. He's a filthy rich boy. His room's gotta be huge, right?

Although, as her pale hand fell upon the door handle, a shock ran through Nya's arm and an alarm sounded. Slamming her hands on her ears, she staggered back. A few moments later, the siren stopped, and Jay came running up the stairs. He looked from Nya to his door, then sighed. "I told you not to go in my room," Jay said. "Just out of curiosity, though, did it work?"

"Did what work?" Nya asked.

"The shocking. Did you get shocked when you tried to open the door?"

Nya nodded, now slightly angry at him. "Yes, and it hurt!"

Jay rubbed his neck and muttered, "Sorry. Let's see..." He tapped a portion of the wall and a small control board appeared. He turned a dial and said, "There. Just turned the intensity down. Don't really want anyone to get hurt, just wanna scare them off."

"Why?" Nya asked. "What's in your room?"

Jay's cheeks flushed. "Uh, nothing. Just some private stuff. Seriously, I don't need you snooping around in my personal life."

Nya nodded, this time choosing to respect his request. "Um, who was at the door?"

"Cole Brookstone. Have you heard of him?" Jay asked, then immediately shook his head. "No, sorry. Of course you don't."

Nya searched her memories, though there was not much to search in. The only memories she had were ones from the past five days, after she'd woken up. She hadn't even remembered her name! The doctor had to remind her of her name, her birthday, and where she was from. She vaguely remembered a man with pointy hair, but had no idea what that came from. He was probably just a figment of her imagination. "I don't really remember much," Nya said, offering a shrug.

Jay studied her with his intense blue eyes. Nya blinked. Wait, he was wearing dark sunglasses. How did she know they were blue? Probably just my mind making things up again, she decided. "What do you remember?" Jay queried.

"Nothing." Nya felt her face growing hot and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I mean, now I remember a few things, from the past few days, but nothing before that."

The ghost of a smile appeared on Jay's face. "Well, how 'bout we go play Fist to Face 4? It hasn't even come out to the public yet and it's really fun. I bet you can't beat my high score."

She wiped her eyes, returning his challenge with a small grin. "Bet you I can."

Jay suddenly shed his glasses, revealing a pair of glimmering blue orbs. Nya sucked in her breath. Blue eyes...? But she was drawn out of her thoughts when he laughed. "Yeah right."

I really feel bad for Nya, not being able to remember Jay. He still likes her a lot.

Good luck, Jay.