Here's another chapter. Sorry I've been gone for a while. Writer's Block is a bad thing. Also, just to warn you, there's one sentence in this chapter that has spoilers to the new E, E, n E Valentine's Day Special. Just thought I should warn you. Enjoy.

The day after Remolino (Eddy) met Shadow, it was still snowing. That meant Tikal, Knuckles, and Ed couldn't look for Double D or Eddy today. It was another work day for Rouge and Double D at Club Rouge, but that didn't mean Double D was still worried about his friends.

Remolino, however, didn't remember anything, including his friends. Since he had to stay in Shadow's bed, there wasn't much to do, so he was sleeping a lot. While he was sleeping, he kept having strange dreams. What he didn't know was that they were recurring memories.

He was having numerous dreams, but a few stuck out. He had one dream about how he and two other boys kept having to trade with other kids for an egg, only for one of the boys, who was tall and smelly, break it in the end. He dreamed about how he convinced all the same kids to not follow rules, but the other boy, who was smart and polite, made it all backfire. Another time he dreamed he had a brother, and he and the two other boys made a movie for him. One of the creepiest dreams he had was when he kept hallucinating that he was an old man.

Right now, he was having another dream. It was Christmas, and he had spent all night trying to find the perfect Christmas with the perfect thing: presents. However, he didn't have any luck, until he willingly gave from his heart by replacing a single bulb on a Christmas tree. Then Santa came and gave all the kids presents. But at the last second, Remolino stole all the presents.

Remolino awoke with a start. This was the sixth surprisingly specific dream he had. He was about to ponder it, but then Shadow came in.

"A guy from the hospital came," said Shadow. "The doctor said you can walk using these now." He held out a pair of crutches.

"Whoopee," mumbled Remolino, still a bit groggy.

"What, did you have another dream?" asked Shadow.

"Yes," said Remolino. "And they keep freaking me out."

"Well, you should do what I do when I have a bad dream," said Shadow. "Just write it down, and you can see that the dream is illogical."

"Well, my dreams probably aren't as logical as yours, Shadow," said Remolino. "In one, I fell in love with a piece of wood."

Shadow and Remolino were silent for a minute. "Well," said Shadow finally, breaking the silence, "why don't we forget the dreams for a while so you can try out your new crutches?"

"All right," said Remolino. He slowly got out of bed as Shadow helped him put the crutches under his arms. However, Shadow had to bring them down a few inches because Remolino was shorter than he expected. His feet weren't even touching the ground. "Does this mean I don't have a concussion anymore?" asked Remolino as Shadow was messing with the crutches.

"According to the doctor, no," said Shadow. "But you still need to be careful on that bad leg. You can't walk without those crutches, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," mumbled Remolino. He walked back to the bed and got on it. He laid down on it and put the pillow he had on his face.

Shadow looked at his new friend worryingly. "You okay?" he asked.

Remolino took the pillow off his head. "Yeah," he said. "It's just that I don't get these weird dreams. In every one I'm a knifing, whiny little brat who's always wanting money. And there are these two other guys that always hang out with me, too. All I can remember about them is that one's really smart and wears a sock on his head, and the other's a stinky kid with one eyebrow and no chin. Almost like a big lump."

"Well, maybe they aren't really dreams," said Shadow. "Maybe they're old memories."

"Yeah, I wish," said Remolino.

"Look, Remolino," said Shadow. "Your name might not really be Remolino, but no matter who you are, I'll help you get your memory back any way I can."

"Thanks, Shadow," said Remolino. "I'm tired again," he yawned.

Shadow smiled. "I'll let you sleep," he said. He walked out of the room and closed the door.

As soon as Remolino fell asleep, he had another dream. Once again, he was a knifing, whiny little brat who wanted money. And once again, there were the two boys with him. In this scenario, the "lump" had swelled up to the size of a blimp, and Remolino and the "sock hat boy" were trying to cure him. But for some strange reason, the two boys kept calling Remolino a different name . . .

"Eddy, you're not paying attention. Flashlight please."

"Oh, yeah, right. Flashlight."

"Thank you . . . Nurse."

"Nurse?"

"Nurse Eddy? Ha ha ha!"