One step at a time. One faith to carry your burdens to the finish line. One love that binds all.

At the hospital, Dr. Benedict reports the Louds (particularly Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lola, Lana and Lily) to his post for updates about Lincoln's diagnosis. Since no adult or guardian is around to represent on their behalf, Luna takes charge to answer for the family.

"Okay Louds, what news do you want to hear, good or bad?" Dr. Benedict asks the Loud children.

"We had enough bad moments for today, doc," Luna answers, "Might as well swallow the bad vibes so the good ones can last."

"Right. Without getting too complicated, bad news is, with Lincoln's brain in total motor function, his new form of thinking might affect the recollection of his olden memories. New developments show that Lincoln might have more stimulation on receiving new memories than in recollecting older ones. We are trying our best to balance his memory procurement. So, stand by for that."

Then Lola suddenly erupts, "But what's the good news?!"

"Well, the good news is we are seeing signs of recovery from Lincoln," the neurologist reports; thus giving the Loud children a sense of hope. "He did recall some memories. We were able to pick up his abrupt utter of words, and declare from observations that they are manifestations of his memories."

"Doc, does this mean…?" Luna asks.

"Yes, it is not too late for you brother." And just as the doctor announces that, the Loud children celebrate in dance and in triumph out of hope to redeem their brother. It can be told from the random confetti and balloons falling over them.

"Hold on, kids. Hold on," Dr. Benedict calms the family down.

"What do you mean, doc?" Lynn replies in glee, "Lincoln's recovering!"

"Yeah!" the girls shout joyfully.

"I know, I know. But let me finish," Dr. Benedict implies to them. "We can help recover his memories, but we need your cooperation."

"But doc, you saw what we did," Lana reminds him.

"I know that, but I have faith in you girls. But we need to do this systematically. So as to avoid any friction Lincoln might gain from you." The girls then settle down and lend their ears to the doctor's instructions. "Alright, here's what you do. Search in your house for any sentimental item that Lincoln might have had to an important memory. Souvenirs, gifts, knickknacks or other stuff. As long as they hold a sentimental value to Lincoln. That way, we can salvage a memory."

"We can do that doc," Luna says, "Right guys?"

Then the Loud children holler collectively, "Yes!"

"Yey! We're gonna save memory!" Leni follows along.

With that, they head out of Dr. Benedict's clinic and race to the exit and en route to their house.

"Okay, what's the next plan?" Lynn asks.

"We need to grab all of Lincoln's useful stuff. Then we'll bring them to him," Luna exposits.

"Great, but how would we know if one holds a memory from Lincoln," Lana asks.

"I guess we have to find out," Luna affirms.

"So, it's a walk to memory lane. Hehehe. Get it?" Luan reacts.

Abruptly, Lola addresses something, "Yeah, but one thing we need to find out: how do we get back home since Lori's out? And where's Lisa?"

"Yeah, you're right. Where is Lisa?" Lynn replies.

"I thought Lisa was at the room with us," Leni recalls.

"Uhmm she was not, Leni," Lana reminds her.

"No, I mean the other room, where she listened to that mom singing a lullaby to that kid of hers," the 16-year-old entails. "Or was it scene from a movie I saw?"

"Good, Leni. You could search for Lisa if that's the case," Lola suggests, "But how will we get home?"

"Let me call for this case," Luna says, then she calls Lori by the phone. Leni also goes back to the halls of the hospital to search for Lisa.


Speaking of which, Lisa is still watching the mother rocking her son to sleep. As she hums him "Amazing Grace", she begins to pat her son on the back and then wipe that little amount of sweat on his skin. Slowly, her toddler son curls on her arms for comfort. At that way, the mother kisses her son on his forehead.

From this sight, the heart-warmed Lisa approaches the mother. "That's some unprecedented courage you have exhibited to your ailing offspring. I commend of your maternal efforts."

The mother then hears the rather complex compliment coming from the pint-sized Lisa. "Oh hello there. What's your name?"

"Lisa Marie Loud is the name. Do not to expound my backstory," Lisa replies, "I just want to express my salute to the indistinguishable endeavors you have exhibited to your beloved progeny."

"Uhmm what now?" the mother asks for clarity.

"I like to say that I admire the care you have shown to your son."

"Oh, thank you."

"I can see from the expressions of your facial framework that you have to face the harsh reality of your son's diagnosis. I just want to want to say that with science, hope is not lost."

"Thanks, I guess? By the way, are you with someone?"

"I am with my sisters."

"Oh, where they are?"

"At the ICU. We recently got off from horrific news from our brother…" And at that point, Lisa begins to feel emotions, something that is unlikely for the monotonous but superficial 4-year-old genius. Then again, this is a girl who reacted on the news of a girl having a crush on Lincoln and cried over Lincoln's narration of Mr. Grouse's backstory. But even then, this is something different. Her face heats up. Her throat starts to choke. And her eyes start to water. "We tried our best to get him back, but we couldn't. Maybe he's Lincoln no more."

"Oh, are you okay?" the mother asks the grieving Lisa.

But Lisa keeps on crying uncontrollably and uncharacteristically. She felt the same way after she heard of Mr. Grouse's backstory. But this feels genuine, for the mother's part.

She then places her sleeping son on the seat beside and lays him down with a pillow, and she approaches and gives her a warm embrace. Without hesitating or thinking, Lisa embraces back as she laments more.

The mother then pats Lisa's back in the same manner to what she did to her son. She keeps patting until Lisa calms down from her sorrows. "It's okay there. You know, bad things will come. It will always come. There's no stopping that. Not even science or medicine can stop that. But you know what, it takes heart and soul to overcome them."

"But I've always been a product of advancing sciences and modern medicine," Lisa states as she wipes of her tears. "How would that apply to me?"

"Even scientists, as little as you, need it," the mother assures. She then massages Lisa's nape to her lower back to calm her evenly.

"May I sit her with you, while I wait for my sisters?"

"Oh, sure. You may. Then we can talk about more about ourselves."

Lisa finally smiles about that.


For Lori, she recently finished her first confrontation with the scorned Audrey. After the latter's sudden breakdown, Lori spent the entire time trying to console her. She may want to bring up Lincoln's case out of pressure. But she decides to take time establishing a relationship with Audrey through consolation, even if it takes toll of her patience.

"Well, got literally nothing," Lori reports to Mrs. Johnson as she glances back at the girl in question. "But there was something that happened. I hope she'll be more open."

"She will. Time will tell, but she will soon," Mrs. Johnson assures.

"Yeah," Lori agrees.

"Hey, thank you for being with us, or coming for her. It such a brave thing you did."

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnson."

"Well, up for coffee or muffin? We have at the lounge."

"No thanks, I'll just get home."

But as she is about to walk out of the room, Lori turns back to Audrey and admits to her, "Hey, I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I just want you to know that I wish to restart things tomorrow. Same time. Maybe I could bring some snacks if you want. Croissants, sandwiches, fruits, anything." Lori is expecting a response but her attempts are futile. "Okay, well, I'll just see you tomorrow."

However, as Lori prepares to leave, Audrey snappishly utters, "Apple slices."

"Come again?" Lori asks back.

"Apple slices. I like some…apple slices."

"Great. I will bring some apple slices. Perhaps hazelnut or strawberry dipping as well. And we could talk along the way. Okay?" The look on Audrey's face firmly assures to Lori that things would go smoothly for them. Having claimed that, she leaves the school. "Well, see you tomorrow. I can't wait to meet you again."

Before Lori steps on the van, she receives a call from her mom. She answers immediately. "Hey mom! How's it going there?"

"Fine, it's utter chaos here," Rita replies from the phone, "We're getting a lot from Lincoln's case. Piece by piece, in fact. I talked to the driver, and he agreed to cover for Lincoln's injuries. But how are you? How's the girl you talked to?"

"It's fine. Well, I wouldn't call it literally at first glance," Lori replies, "But I will try. I will try to resolve matters with her. I am just afraid about her."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's…uhmm…"

From the silence and the dead air that came along, Rita gets the picture. "I see. Don't worry about it, sweetie. Just take some time with her. She'll get more comfortable with you sooner."

"You really think I can do this?"

"Lori, you're the eldest among your sisters. You are the one they can count on. And I think it is time for you that you know your responsibilities. We believe in you."

From the words from her mother, Lori ponders on them. She has nothing to be against them, for she knows it is the truth. With that realization, the 17-year-old teenager bears them genuinely like a badge. "Okay."

"Good. Thanks sweetie. Now I want you to make tonight's dinner. Your dad and I might take all night to handle the papers here."

"Okay mom."

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you. So does Lincoln."

"I know. Love you too."

And from there, their phone conversation ends. And Lori gets in Vanzilla and drives back home.


But from the optimistic turnarounds from Lincoln's family, there goes as well with Lincoln's situation. Previously, he fought the scathing wisps.

But rubble was around on the surface of where Lincoln fought them. The terrain is still obscure. The space above remains cold and stagnant. And from every dirt to every mountainous landscape, the rest of the scenery is bleak.

Out of the wreckage, piled to a peak, Lincoln punches though the rocks and gets up from the rubble. He is all covered in bruises and wounds from charging against the wisps. He picks up his sword (which has its blade chipped on its edges) and shield (which got punctured on the middle, and carries them away, along with the dented orbs, from where he is.

Feeling the weight from his injuries and his exhaustion, the 11-year-old rests on a rock. He starts to make fire to fend off from the cold, made possible with the cloth lining on the handle of his sword.

But as one spark comes up from rubbing two rocks, it never ignites. He then places the cloth between the two rocks and keeps on rubbing until he accidentally cuts his finger. However, heat emanates from the cloth, and Lincoln blows on it for the fire to keep growing. As it manifests, he throws it to a pile of rocks.

With no food or shelter or any accessible instance for help, Lincoln rests near the fire. Eventually, he rests.

Suddenly, the fire morphs in to a light wisp, but not the ones that Lincoln tried to fend off, and blazes to the air, inadvertently burning Lincoln's arm in the process. "Hey! What…is that the fire?"

He chases the blaze, as it leads him to a nearby peak. He trudges through the sharp rocks of the mountain and reaches to the top.

The blaze starts to illuminate the environs of the mountain, which turn out to be a gigantic crater, and flies to a dark portal at the center. More rock-strewn terrain surrounds the crater. But in the center of it, interspersed with a glowing radiance, is a rope leading to the portal to the top. There lie the promises that were made to him by the spirit.

"I can't believe I am near!" Lincoln utters, then shouts for victory.

At this point, Lincoln is assured that he can be able to rescue himself in no time. The dangers might be there, but he is confident of what is to come. And so is his family.