AN- Sorry for that cliffhanger! (Okay I'm not that sorry at all...but it's the thought that counts right?) Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I have decided to write this story as if the characters are human, it wont change the story at all, it just means I may talk about clothes and hair etc. It really doesn't matter if you still picture them as animals, as I wont really change my writing style.

HTFan- Thanks for that, there is always a little part of me that is worried that I may not be portraying the topic of amnesia correctly, so that has relaxed me a bit. And yes, major family issues are on the way. I used the doctors always smiling idea from when I had appendicitis, as that was how most of the nurses and doctors acted.

ashdash2417- Well,k you don't have to wait any longer, here is the next chapter!


Chapter 4

A tense heavy silence hung in the air. Flaky's eyes darted back and forth between the figure that called itself her sister and Dr. Sniffles.

"Flaky, calm down. You're letting your imagination run away with you," Dr. Sniffles said.

Flaky pressed her back against the wall. Her heart pounded in her chest. The doctor doesn't sound very calm, she thought. She heard the acid edge of tension in his voice.

What kind of nightmare am I in?

A figure had just walked out of her nightmare and was standing close enough to touch her.

As Flaky sat still as a statue, the figure began to unwind pieces of the shadowy purpleness from around itself. In seconds Flaky realised that they were only scarves.

The doctor was right, Flaky thought. My imagination ran away with me. This was a person after all, not the dark figure from my dreams.

That figure was a creation of fantasy.

Her terror drained away.

"I'm sorry," she said, feeling her taut muscles go limp with relief. "I saw you wrapped up in those scarves and you reminded me of something I saw in a dream..." Flaky let her voice trail off. She felt silly about screaming like a frightened child in the dark.

"That's okay," Lammy said, putting the scarves on a chair, she smiled. "Well now do I look familiar?"

Flaky had absolutely no recognition of her.

She could have been anyone.

Including a complete stranger.

She's my sister, and we don't even look the least bit alike, she thought as she looked back at Lammy.

"I don't remember you," she said with a shake of the head.

"Don't worry, the memory will come," Lammy said, her eyes looking into Flaky's.

Well at least she isn't grinning and chuckling in the patronising way the doctors and nurses do, flaky thought, deciding to point in Lammy's favour.

"I'll let you two be alone for a while. I've got to dash," said Dr. Sniffles. "Now Flaky, everything will be just fine, so you relax."

Then tension in the room dropped as soon as the doctor was gone. "Relax!" echoed Flaky. "I can't remember who I am, and he wants e to take it easy!"

She propped herself up with her elbows.

"Have you noticed that they have kind of a strange bedside manner here?" She grinned broadly and did a perfect immitation of Dr. Sniffles. "Hey, so you're in a hospital. Things couldn't be better!"

Flaky started laughing in spite of herself. Lammy looked at her quizzically for a moment, and then she started laughing too.

Lammy has an unusual kind of laugh, Flaky thought. It was kind of a hiccup.

When the laughter died, Lammy faced Flaky with a somber expression. "Do you remember anything about what happened?"

There was that question again. "No. Everybody's been asking that over and over again. I'll tell you the same thing that I tell them. No."

A single hiccuping laugh issued from Lammy's lips. Then a look of surprise crossed her features as if she wondered where the laugh came from. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know why I laughed. I don't think it's funny."

An expression of seriousness settled like a cloud over her features. She crossed her arms over her chest, walked to the window, and looking out. Without looking at Flaky, she said, "You mean that you really remember nothing?"

"I said I didn't. I was hoping you could tell me something."

Lammy was silent. she just kept looking out the window. The more the silence deepened, the more apprehensive Flaky became. What wasn't Lammy saying? Each second that ticked by became an eternity.

Lammy was so quiet and still, as if she had gone off somewhere in her mind. "Lammy, there must be something you can tell me about what happened," Flaky prompted.

Flaky watched as Lammy blinked several times. She stood up straighter. It was as if she was returning from wherever she had gone in her thoughts. Finally, she began to speak. "You know..."

"Tra-la-la. Isn't it wonderful that you two have found each other?" Nurse Tra-la-la hurried in with the breakfast tray. "You two must have so much to catch up on. Tra-la-la."

She put the tray across Flaky's bed. Smiling as usual. However, when she glanced up and saw the tension on the girls faces. Her smile vanished. "Oh, my," she murmured. "I won't intrude on you two. I can see that you have a lot to talk about." Then without a word, she hurried from the room.

She's right you know," Flaky said quietly when the nurse was gone. "We have a lot to talk about." She clasped her hands together.

Carefully she pushed the tray away, pulled the covers back, then turned, slowly lowering her feet on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lammy earnestly.

"Well go ahead and tell me something. It doesn't matter where you start, since I don't know anything."

Lammy pressed her lips together in a thin line. "All right," she said finally. "Let's get you out of this hospital first, and then we can have a long talk. But I warn you. You're not going to like some of the things that you are going to hear."