Simon's P.O.V.

Simon sat at his desk watching the announcement video he and Lewis had made. Although it was hardly posted 24 hours ago, the thing already had got close to one million views with a load of likes. Despite Simon's poor editing skills, they had managed it. Surely, every Yogna(gh)t would soon know that Simon Lane and Lewis Brindley were going to Minecon.

For the first time in days, Simon let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to shut of his computer though, his eye caught the top comment.

Is Lewis alright?

Curiosity caught the better of Simon. One more click, and he was scrolling through the comments for the first time in a while. Most of them showed excitement that they were going ; however, that was not all.

What's wrong with Lewis?

Why wasn't Lewis talking?

Something's up with Lewis.

"Dammit," Simon muttered under his breath. In frustration, he turned off his monitor and resorted to just staring at the screen while he attempted to calm himself.

They can't all have noticed Simon thought. But it's only been a day. How many more will notice?

As Simon consciously mentally kicked himself for not preparing for this, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Simon grumbled, not bothering to see who it was.

"What were you working on?" Lewis said, pulling a chair from the corner of the room.

"I thought you left with Hannah?" Simon said, turning to Lewis.

"Well, I thought you might've needed some help," Lewis said.

"Did you see the video or something?" Simon said. "I mean, I'm not the one who usually does the editing."

"I guessed that much," Lewis said, smiling slightly. "I'm starting to remember that. Vaguely though. I guess I spent a lot of hours editing, didn't I?"

Although, Lewis was trying to make him feel better, Simon just felt guiltier. After an awkward silence, Lewis cleared his throat.

"Can you tell me more about that game we always played?" Lewis asked. "The one with the blocks?"

Better late than never…

Sighing, Simon began, "Well, it's called Minecraft," Simon said. "And the world's made out of blocks. You can go mining, build things, and do loads of other stuff."

"Don't you have avatars?" Lewis asked, seeming to piece together bits of memory. "I keep remembering… something about a dwarf."

"Anything else?" Simon asked, hoping Lewis would remember who his own character was.

"Yeah," Lewis answered. "Wasn't your name Honeydew?"

Dammit…

"Yes," Simon said slowly, "but do you remember who your character was?"

Resting his head on his hand, Lewis bit his lip as he attempted to retrieve the answer while Simon waited anxiously.

"I was a spaceman…from a movie," Lewis said finally. "And…didn't my name start with a 'Z' or something."

It took all of Simon's self-control to not face –palm. What was wrong with him? Lewis could remember Honeydew, but why not Xephos? It was his bloody character!

"You're name was Xephos – with an 'X'."

"Oh."

"Okay, let's try something else…"

So for the next hour, that is how it went. Simon would question Lewis about his past life – whether it be gaming, relationships, or interests. The answers Lewis provided would have been helpful…if Simon was the one experiencing amnesia.

"Do you remember your girlfriend?" Simon asked.

"Wasn't it that one blonde girl who was at that hospital…Anna?" Lewis said.

"HANNAH!"

"Right…"

Getting desperate for any sort of information, Simon resorted to different questions.

"Just out of curiosity, do you remember my girlfriend?"

Laughing, Lewis answered, "Wasn't your girlfriend a pixelated old woman in Minecraft? Granny? Gods…Granny – ugh! It was Granny something!"

As Simon let an expression of annoyance cross his face, Lewis proceeded to wrack his brain for the Granny's full name.

"Forget it!" Simon yelled, shooting out of his chair and startling Lewis. "Why is it that you can remember my fake girlfriend, but you can't remember Hannah?"

Lewis's eyes were directed at the floor as he answered Simon like a scolded child.

"It's just the strongest memory I guess," came the answer in a soft tone. "Sorry."

Yelling at Lewis, Simon felt feelings equivalent to kicking an innocent puppy.

"No, I should be sorry," Simon said, running his hands through his hair. "I'm treating you like shit."

"It's okay," Lewis said, "You're just trying to help. I just need some time to think."

On that note, Lewis stood and left the room leaving Simon to broad over his unacceptable actions.

Lewis's P.O.V.

You're useless…

Lewis paced the length of his office trying to convince himself he was, in fact, trying to get back his memory…but it was clear that he was no help. All he could remember were stupid details that Simon clearly didn't approve of. And frankly, Lewis couldn't blame him. He could hardly remember who Anna – er – Hannah was. But of course he could remember a meaningless, animated character!

Exhaling loudly, Lewis sank into his chair, hitting his knee on the handle of his desk drawer in the proess. As Lewis muttered a string of swears, he noticed the drawer was slightly open. Upon closer examination, Lewis spotted, what seemed to be, more photographs. Lewis reached into the drawer and managed to pull out a thick pile of various photos. Shuffling through, Lewis noted that several of them contained Simon. In fact, one of the photos showed Lewis in the (apparently) dreaded bee costume while Simon was dressed in a red suit complete with a snowy white beard. The two had their arms draped each other's shoulders and were flashing playful smiles.

For whatever reason, Lewis remembered something about charity – yes, something like that! A Christmas charity…for what? Suddenly, Lewis remembered Simon's Minecraft name…Honeydew. That's what they did! Honeydew's Honey Drive!

Lewis continued to shuffle through the pictures and was able to successfully recall more names of places and events. After Lewis had finished the pile, he felt weariness taking over. Maybe he should go see how Simon was doing? Lewis hoped he wasn't too mad still. After all, he was able to remember a bit more…no matter the insignificance.