Chapter 7! So, we're gonna slow down a bit. This isn't a full on breather chapter, but's a bit slower than the past two. And, because some people have been asking about this, you guy's will get Yakko's side of things...in a few more chapters. XD Also, thank you so much for all the reviews and support! This is quickly becoming one of my most reviewed/popular stories! :D So, thanks so much, and enjoy the chapter! :)

I have a friend whose a trained assassin. She can kill you with books. Having second guesses on suing me? :)


Wakko sat up in his bed. He'd been discharged from the hospital the morning after his dream/memory, and had been back at the water tower for a week. Being back home had helped with regaining some more of his memory, though he did still see Scratchy daily. He had also got some visits from old cast members. He had forgotten how intense Slappy could be until she and Skippy had visited a couple days ago.

He could tell that Dot was glad to have him back. She had been living alone in the tower for two weeks after the attack, though both Scratchy and Slappy had assured him that they'd kept her company. She, however, still seemed down. Yakko had left a void that was hard to ignore. The tower was emptier and a lot quieter with him gone. Wakko had noticed that Dot hadn't moved anything of Yakko's; his laptop sat on the corner of the couch and his bunk was still left in the unmade mess Yakko had left it in three weeks ago.

Wakko slowly got out of bed, and tried not to look at Yakko's empty bunk. Dot's bunk was also empty, as she got up earlier. He made his way into the kitchen. Dot looked up as he walked in, looking mildly shocked for a second. He figured, after being completely alone for two weeks, she still was getting used to having Wakko home. It was a happy sort of shocked, though; Wakko highly suspected that she woke up in a slight denial, believing that she was still home alone until Wakko woke up.

"Good morning," Dot said, and Wakko, still slightly sleepy, nodded in response. "How'd ya sleep?"

"Fine. You?"

"Fine."

Both knew that they were lying. Wakko, despite being back in his own bed and being told his concussion had healed enough that he didn't have to be woken up periodically during the night, had trouble sleeping. He often just dozed through most of the night, and because of that, he could hear it when Dot woke up and paced. They were both aware of each other's insomnia, but acted like it didn't exist. They had more pressing matters.

Wakko suddenly felt like he should ask Dot about Mr. Sanders. He hadn't told anyone about the potential new memory because he wasn't certain if it was actually a memory or not. Usually, some gut feeling told him not to bring it up yet. Today, he decided to ignore it.

"Hey, Dot," Wakko turned Dot's attention away from her thoughts as he sat down with breakfast. "Dose the name 'Mr. Sanders' sound familiar?"

Dot thought for a second before answering. "No," She finally said, but there was an undertone of doubt. "Why?"

"I heard the name somewhere, and it seemed to ring a bell. But, as we know, my memory's not exactly reliable," Wakko attempted a smile, and Dot gave a weak one in return.

"Might be one of the new interns. Their names always blur together. You could always ask Scratchy," Wakko nodded.

"I was planning on doing that today," There was a bit of silence, then Dot looked at the clock and said that she had to head to the store. Wakko said his goodbyes, and watched as she left the tower. After finishing breakfast he headed over to his computer and started working on his music. They'd brought him his laptop while he was at the hospital, and it was like he never forgot. It was almost therapeutic; he was able to relax and escape from the world for a while.

After a few hours, Wakko looked at the clock and noticed that his daily session with Scratchy started soon, so he hit save and headed out the door and down the lot to the office. He checked in with Hello Nurse and went into Scratchy's office, taking a seat on the couch by his desk. Scratchy looked at Wakko, finished typing something up on a computer, then turned to look at him.

"Hallo, Wakko. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Wakko could see Scratchy raise an eyebrow. Normally, Wakko would give some sarcastic response, like his shirt or his hat. But today, he was too caught up in his thoughts.

"Is there something on your mind?" Of course Scratchy would figure that out.

"Yeah," Wakko admitted. "There's this name that's been stuck in my head, but I can't remember exactly where I heard it. Do you know a Mr. Sanders?"

Scratchy thought for a second. "No, the name's not familiar to me. Perhaps it's an intern. Ve recently got some new ones, so I'm not familiar with their names,"

"That's what Dot thought when I told her."

"If I hear it come up, I'll let you know," Wakko sent him a look, still not forgetting how much they've kept from him. "I promise, Wakko.

"Now, let's get down to business, ja," Scratchy said, pulling out a file. "You've made good progress vith the amnesia. Now, do you remember anything about the day of the attack before the attack actually happened?" Wakko quickly shook his head.

"Don't give up so easily. It might look like a normal memory at first. Is there a day vhere it starts off normal, but doesn't seem to end, or it ends in a blank spot?"

Wakko thought for a second. Suddenly it came to him.

"There is one day that seems to start off normal..."

Wakko sat on the tower couch, getting lost in his music. Or, well, he tried to. There was a pretty bad storm going on outside; the rain pounded on the tower walls. Yakko sat next to him, working on a term paper for one of his community college classes, occasionally wincing at cracks of lightning. Wakko still remembered the night when he discovered Yakko's fear of thunderstorms, which had been back during Animaniacs. He still hadn't told anyone, by Yakko's request.

Dot came into the tower, putting away her umbrella. "Hey guys!"

"Hey," Wakko replied back.

"You're home early," Yakko remarked as she came into the living room.

"Slow day; we don't get a lot of donations when it rains. So we closed early," Dot explained. "Ya know, the rain's starting to lighten up. And there are some nice puddles out there..." Dot started blinking really fast, putting on her "cute face".

Yakko looked up and listened for a bit, and Wakko knew he was checking for thunder. After not hearing any, he grinned at Wakko and Dot.

"Ya' know, I'm getting kinda tired of writing this paper. And, Dot's idea seems like a good one,"

In no time at all, the three Warner's where in yellow rain jackets and boots and where out of the tower. They ran around the lot, splashing in puddles and they took gleeful pleasure in ruining a cardboard cutout of Baloney.

After a few hours, the rain stopped, and the sun started to break through the clouds. Judging by the sky, it was early evening, which was confirmed by Dot checking her cell.

"Why don't we take a walk outside the lot?" Yakko suggested while they removed their rain clothes. "Who knows, we may meet someone interesting."

And with that tantalizing idea, the three Warner's snuck around Ralph and got out of the lot, heading a nearby park.

"And that's where it goes blank," Wakko finished describing the memory to Scratchy, who had been writing down Wakko's words. He looked at his notes, added a few more, then looked at Wakko.

"Vell, this is good. Anything after that?"

"No," Wakko said after a pause. "Just a few moments of black, then the part of the memory I already know..." Wakko tried to not go back to that night. It was still painful to think about.

Scratchy seemed to notice Wakko's discomfort. "Like I said, you've made good progress, und this is the only big blank left. I think ve'll focus on that more, but ve'll wait until tomorrow. Till then, get some rest. Goodbye, Wakko."

Wakko nodded in return, then went back to the tower. As he walked back, his mind wandered to the blank in his memory. He really wanted to know what it was, and yet there was a part of him that was scared of it. He was nervous about what it might hide.

And, for some reason, he couldn't let go of this Mr. Sanders guy, despite what Scratchy and Dot said. He was familiar somehow, like he had played a part in Wakko's life at one point. He could be their creator, like the dream had said, or it might be something else. Wakko, however, was certain that this guy was no menial intern. And Wakko couldn't help but feel like Mr. Sanders was connected to everything that was going on right now.


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