Jim woke and realized that Scroop's flintlock had indeed fired and had knocked him out.

His father was tied up but awake from his own blow from the gun. And then, Jim saw Scroop's dead body sitting just outside the door. He realized that Mark was sitting there, also tied, with a stunned look on his face as if he'd seen a ghost. "Mark," Jim said. "What happened to you?"

Mark shook himself out of his trance long enough to say, "Jim, you won't believe who came to our rescue." "Who?" Jim asked. But then he heard a whirring of gears before Mark could continue.

His heart started beating wildly at the ludicrous thought, just as a man with a Cyborg leg stepped through. With Matt. Silver was alive! Even though Jim saw the blade go into him!

What on Montressor had happened this time?! "Silver!" He cried out with so much joy that it would've melted even Scroop's heart if he were still alive. Tears of the happiest kind were falling down

his face in an endless stream. Matt untied Mr. Hawkins and Mark. Then he made his way over to Jim who couldn't think for joy. He started to talk but Silver beat him to it. "Listen, boy. I don't know who ye

are, but I was shown pictures and told that you were a person who was a great friend of mine and that ye were in trouble. I was supposed to find ye and save ye from that spider thing out there and that the man here was an enemy of yers and I should take him back for questioning. I wasn't shown pictures of the boy that came with ye, so I didn't know what ta do with 'im. If we are friends, I'm sorry I can't remember ye. But I know I was in some kinda accident, they told me at the lab, but I can't remember that story either." The man saw the joy turn to an awful sorrow and felt terrible for not letting the other boy, Matt was his name, tell this one what happened. If he had known this boy before, the boy had apparently loved him very much. He wished he could take back his words and say I remember ye lad

and then spout off something to prove it, but he couldn't, because he didn't remember.

"Jim, let me talk with you in the hall." Matt said gently. He pulled Jim up and guided him out.

Jim. The name rang a bell. Why did he remember that name so strongly? Jimbo. His own version of that name. Why couldn't he figure this out? Out in the hall, Matt sat and Jim followed suit.

"Jim, I know that this is very hard for you to understand, so let me tell you how this all happened.

You were so devastated by what happened to Silver, that I and a few people got together to see if we could bring him back for you. We froze him in a cryogenic tube and then started patching up his wounds with regeneraters. When we thought that his body was well enough repaired, we unfroze him,

shocked his heart to beat properly again and waited for him to wake up. He did but his memory is intermittent. His mind might have been damaged from before we got him in stasis, from five minutes

of oxygen deprivation, but that it might come back fully at some point because his species was a little

less prone to damage due to oxygen deprivation. We really don't know though."

Jim nodded mutely. He had Silver back, but he wasn't really back was he? He didn't remember.

The days spent on the Legacy, the night Silver had comforted Jim, the whole adventure on Treasure Planet. None of it had even happened in Silver's mind. Jim wanted to just accept that

he had yet again lost his father figure, but the ache, that deep persist ache that screamed, maybe!

Maybe it could be again. Maybe. That thought and that fire dried his tears and made him ready to keep

trying.