"What the heck is this?" Crow shouted at the top of his lungs, making Yusei and Bruno jump from the sudden anger in his voice. The two teens ran from the garage to the second story bedrooms, where they saw Jack slowly backing away from Crow, who clenched a dusting rag aggresively in his hand.

"I-I was... uh..." Jack said innocently, now pinned to the wall. He looked to Bruno and Yusei frantically, fear crossing his features. It was something all of them had to get used to.

"Crow, knock it off. Le-" Bruno started, but was quickly interrupted.

"No! Jack, or whatever he is, was snoopin' around my room! Saw him liftin' up things, and I don't even let you guys touch my stuff! I mean seriously! Never hearda' personal space? What where ya doin in my room?" he boomed, making Jack wimper slightly.

"Crow! That's enough! I know your upset that Jack can't remember, but you can't take your anger out on him!" Yusei said firmly, feeling quite uncomfortable as those violet eyes, once so strong, now looked so lost.

"I-I was just cleaning. That's all, I swear!" Jack said, looking around the room cautiously while Bruno busted out laughing.

"Y-You mean you were just cleaning! Ha! Jeez Crow, way ta go! All jumpin to conclusions!" he snorted, and Crow gave him the death glare.

"Well, didja remember anything?" Yusei asked, slightly giggling to himself. Jack shook his head sadly.

"Nope. Sorry. And Crow, I'm sorry for going in your rook without asking. I'll just leave your room the way it is." Jack whispered with a shy smile, while Crow glared at him, annoyed.

"Whatever." he muttered angrily, shoving the dusting rag to Jacks chest and angrily walking past him and into his room.

"He doesn't like me very much, does he?" Jack asked sadly, looking to Yusei, who looked in the direction of Crow's room.

"No, it's just that its alot to get used to in such a short period of time. He feels guilty because he thinks he caused your dilema. He just missed the old Jack." Yusei said, knowing he felt that as much as Crow did.

"Yeah. I miss the old Jack too." the blond muttered under his breath, slowly marching down the stairs.

"I'll be working late tonight. See ya later." Jack announced, walking out of the penthouse and into the square.

Back in the house, the two boys looked at each other in the uncomfortable silence. Finally, Bruno broke the silence.

"Ya know, if Jack ever gets his memories back, he's totally doing all of my chores."

Jack quickly restocked shelves, his eyes scanning over the titles, memorizing every location and when to renew the old magazines and such. He was so caught up in his work, he nearly missed the tugging on the end of his coat. There, stood a little boy who looked shyly up at him. Jack smiled, and bent down to his level.

"Hello there. What can I do for you?" he asked warly, looking into the chocolate brown eyes of the young boy. His face lit up with joy, and he took out a pen and a pad of paper, and handed it to the blond. Jack looked confused.

"May I have your autograph, Mr. Atlas?" he asked innocently, and Jack was taked aback. Autograph? Why? Why would- He then remembered that he didn't remember, and a pang of anger coarsed through him.

"Sure. What do ya want it to say?" he asked kindly, smiling again.

"To Jake, my number one fan, from the Master of Faster, Jack Atlas." he said with a huge grin. Jack almost asked the boy what he meant by "Master of Faster", but decided against it. He wrote the saying on the pad of paper, and handed it back to the boy.

"There you go! Have a great day." Jack said with a warm smile, turning back to finish restocking the shelves.

"When are ya gonna duel again, Mr. Atlas?" the little boy, Jake, asked. Jack stopped stacking, and thought. Dueling hadn't really meant much to him as of late. Hadn't even gone near the deck they said was his. Jack shruged.

"Soon." he lied, and the little boy hugged his leg, taking it in a vice grip.

"I can't wait to tell all of my friends!" he announced, just as his mother called for him. He then ran to his mother, who had already check out, and Jack waved, and the mother smiled back. Jake waved back, and soon, they were out of sight, off into the world.

Jack peered down at the cover of the book he was placing on the shelf. 'Gone', the cover said, and Jack couldn't help but laugh at the irony.