Aradia had made it through the rest of the day, remembering random memories here and there, but not feeling accomplished at all. She just couldn't stop thinking the same thing over and over. Why did I come here? Archeology makes me cringe. By the time she had gotten home, her mom had returned from work, and saw the troubled look on her daughter's face.

"Sweetie? What's wrong?" Mrs. Megido asked rubbing her daughter's back. Aradia just sighed sadly and answered with the typical response of "nothing." Her mom was still concerned, but moved on anyway. "How was your day at school?" Aradia sighed again.

"It was really frustrating ok? I like my friends and all, but I honestly don't remember why I went there in the first place! And my friends are trying to help, but it's hard letting them help when you when you don't even know when to shut up and pay attention to things that could help you remember stuff, and, and, ugh, I hate this! I hate having amnesia! Why can't my life just go back to normal?" Aradia said as the tears started to flow down her face. Her mom, now heart broken, tried her best to calm her down.

"It's ok Aradia. I know that it's hard-"

"No! You don't know that it's hard! You've never had amnesia as far as I'm concerned! Unless that's another thing that you haven't told me! I'm so done with everything." Aradia said as she started to storm away. Mrs. Megidofelt guilty. She had been very secretive lately, and that pissed her daughter off more than school did. Suddenly, a thought came to her.

"Aradia wait! You remember that your birthday is in a few days, don't you?" Aradia stopped dead in her tracks, and slowly turned to face her distraught mother.

"Yeah, so?" she asked cautiously.

"And you remembered you wanted an Indiana Jones hat, right?"

"No... But it doesn't matter now! I hate archeology! I don't even know why I was sent to that damn school in the first place!" Aradia said angrily. Aradia's mom was shocked. Never once since sixth grade had Aradia used "hate" and "archeology" in the same sentence. Or at least not since... Mrs. Megido shuddered at the memory. Luckily for her, Aradia hadn't noticed the slight shudder, and had walked up to her room, slamming the door behind her. At this point, Mrs. Megido didn't know whether to be upset, or relieved. Archeology had been a big passion of Aradia's ever since their family had an, er, "incident" occur, and her mom had wanted Aradia to forget about the incident ever since. But at the same time, Mrs. Megido knew that Aradia had wanted to follow her dreams, and she certainly didn't want to stop her daughter from living her dream. But, now she just wasn't sure what to think anymore. Aradia's mom sat down and buried her head in her elbows. When would the curse on her family end?

Meanwhile, Aradia was upstairs, hating everything. She was on the verge of tears again, and was ready to end it all if she had to. And then, she remembered something else very important. Her sister. She knew she had one, but her memory of her was really hazy and unclear. The thing Aradia was now trying to so desperately find out was why her sister wasn't helping out with her problem. Everyone she knew had at least attempted to help, but her sister hadn't been around at all. This made her even more angry to think about. Big sisters were supposed to help little sisters, right? She stormed out of her room and straight into her sister's.

"Alright Damara, where the fuck are you hiding? And don't give me any of that Japanese shit you always do! You know perfectly well that I can't speak a word!" Aradia said angrily. Her eyes darted around the room, in search of her sister. The bed she looked under looked like it hadn't been used in weeks. She looked under the desk, which was dusty from the lack of use. In fact, everything in the room was dusty and old. Aradia suddenly was confused. Was Damara already ready to move out? Aradia had decided to look again tomorrow, for tomorrow was Friday, and she had plenty of time to find out where Damara was.

The school day passed by slowly, and Feferi and Sollux's lessons of the ninth grade curriculum were hard to pay attention to, because Damara was still on her mind.

"Hey Aradia, what's wrong? You seem kinda spacey today." Feferi said during their lunch. Aradia just shrugged.

"Well, I just can't seem to get into your guy's lessons." Aradia said, referring to Sollux as well. Feferi looked worried.

"Well, I can make them more fun, if you-"

"No it's not that. It's just... I've been thinking about my sister lately. I've been wondering why she's never around. I can't get through this amnesia on my... hey Feferi, what are you staring at?" Aradia had asked, noticing in the middle of talking about her sister, Fef's eyes had widened, almost with horror shown in them. Aradia's heart began to pound. She had never seen her friend this terrified, not even when she found out Aradia had gotten amnesia. But Feferi had shaken her trance, and smiled again, like nothing had happened.

"Nothing, it's just that you mentioned your sister, and I remembered something weird." Feferi said, trying to force a giggle out after she had spoken. At this point, Aradia was suspicious. Something wasn't right, and she intended to find out what it was.

The school day was finally over, and Aradia knew that tomorrow was her birthday. But she couldn't focus on being excited. She could hardly remember how old she was anyway. But the main issue was finding what Damara's deal was. It was like trying to dig up bones of the past, but Aradia had made it very clear that she wasn't interested in bones and artifacts anymore, so that comparison wouldn't work with her. Once she reached her elder sibling's room, she began to rummage around, looking for anything she could to give her a general idea of why Damara was gone. Finally after a half an hour of searching, she came across a shoe box under Damara's bed. It was full of baby pictures and other things Aradia thought was useless junk, until she stumbled upon a key. It was a small brass key, and Aradia had wondered why it was there. Then, she remembered that there was a small, locked cabinet in the office of their house, and her mom had claimed they had lost the key quite some time ago.

But if mom had lost it, why is it in here? Aradia thought. That's when her suspicions grew to the highest they could get. She ran to the office, opened the cabinet, and took a peek inside. She gasped, eyes wide with horror.

My sister... Oh God...