KAIYA'S POV:

I had to hold back a bout of raucous laughter when we returned to the caravan. Glenn had been shouting loudly, causing worry and panic. I had expected something way worse than what we found.

Glenn was rolling on the ground, a raccoon clawing and hissing at him. Daryl didn't bother to muffle his snickers.

Shane and Rick stepped forward, holding their arms up as if to hold of the other campers, keeping them away from the raccoon and Glenn. They began trying to tell Glenn over the noise of his chaotic screeches that he needed to calm down and they would get the crazed animal off of him. Shane used the butt of his rifle to nudge the raccoon away. When he got it successfully off of Glenn, Glenn scooted backwards, leaning up against the Cherokee, as Shane scared it away back into the woods where it had come from.

Everyone relaxed and grinned cockily at Glenn. It just WOULD be him that got attacked by a raccoon when it could've been something like a walker. He just had the funniest luck.

He scowled darkly at us. "Thanks a lot," he mumbled, struggling to stand up. There was a small set of claw marks on his forearm.

"Oh, Glenn, you're bleeding," I said, rushing over to him and grabbing his arm.

"Yeah, and you squeezing it isn't helping any," he said, his voice slightly strained.

I released my grip on his arm again. "Oh, sorry."

"Here," Daryl said, tossing me some stuff to clean out his scratches.

"Come here," I said, grabbing his other arm and tugging him to the side of the road as everyone began doing productive things. "So," I said slowly as I started to pour some alcohol onto the scratches, making Glenn bite his lip and scrunch his nose up.

"So?" he asked, looking around at the trees.

"I remember my dad."

His attention snapped right back to me. He narrowed his eyes at me. "How much?"

I kept my eyes trained on his arm. "Everything. Us working on the truck, going hunting… dying for the second time." I didn't have to look up to see him flinch.

"Well, I guess that's good, then, right?" he asked. "I mean, that you're remembering so much. The doctor said it wasn't good for you to get too overwhelmed with too much information at once, though. But maybe this is just the right pace."

I nodded my head in agreement, placing a bandage over Glenn's arm. "All done," I said, smiling up at Glenn.

He frowned for a moment before pulling me cautiously into his arms, holding me tight. I slowly wrapped my arms around him.

It felt like I hardly knew Glenn. I mean, I knew that I had known him for my whole life, but as far as I knew right then, I had never met him before I was rescued.

"I know you don't remember the advice you gave me a while back," he started, whispering quietly. "But I'm finding it harder and harder to follow it. Every time you get lost… And then when you came back and you told us what happened to you…"

I could feel tears dripping onto my shoulder. I squeezed him tighter.

I wasn't sure what advice I had given him, or what he was going through, but deep down, I felt something stir in me when I felt his tears. I didn't want them there. I wanted them gone. Forever. But I didn't know how to make that happened anymore. Perhaps the old Kaiya would have told a joke, or maybe told him to man up in a clearly joking manner, but I wasn't sure what to do.

So I just stood there and let him cry on me until someone noticed that we were still standing by the side of the road.

"Hey, you guys alright?" Shane asked, peeking around the back of the RV at us.

I nodded and Glenn lifted his head slightly to see who it was.

As if that self-righteous, pompous-assed voice wasn't completely recognizable. The thought had crossed my mind and vanished before I had a chance to investigate where it had come from.

Once Shane caught sight of Glenn's puffy eyes and tears, his eyes widened a fraction and he nodded, turning away.

Glenn sighed and pulled back.

Then I realized something. "Do you ever take this thing off?" I asked with a chuckle, grabbing the hat from his head. Another memory forcefully represented itself, engulfing me as my body went rigid.

"Glenn!" I called, carrying a small bag in my hand as I skipped down the hallway to Glenn's room.

His daddy and my daddy were laughing in the kitchen, heading outside to the backyard where the party was going to be.

"Glenn!" I called again, opening his bedroom door. "Happy eighth berfday, Glenn!" I announced, throwing my arms up. Due to the four year age difference between us, Glenn was quite a bit taller than me.

"Hi, Kaiya!" Glenn said, grinning and standing from his seat on his bed where he was playing a PlayStation 1. He put his arms under my armpits and lifted me, hugging me tight.

I giggled. "Put me down, Glenn!"

He consented and set me down, taking notice of the blue bag I was carrying. "What's in that?" he asked.

I thought about it a minute, biting down on my lip. "Well, daddy said not to tell you 'cause its apposeda be a surprise, but if you act real surprised when you open it, then you can see it."

He nodded and held his hand out. I opened the bag and we both leaned our heads over it, peering curiously inside the bag. We worked together pushing the light blue tissue paper out of our way until we could see the blue and white hat in the bottom of the bag.

"Woah, cool!" Glenn exclaimed, grabbing the hat and settling it down on top of his black hair. "How does it look?"

"Cool," I said, grinning toothily (more or less).

We put the hat back into the bag and after I made him pinkie promise to act surprised, we went out back. A total of about fourteen children were there including Glenn and myself. Most were from this neighborhood, kids Glenn and I played with when I came over. Some were friends of Glenn's from school.

After we had eaten barbeque and cake, Glenn started to open presents.

"Open mine first!" I said, hopping excitedly up next to him. I winked at him as he grabbed the bag.

He pulled the hat out, obviously fake excitement scrawled across his face. But it was enough for our dads. My dad pulled out a camera and snapped a shot of Glenn putting his hat on and then one of Glenn giving me a hug, both of our faces turned toward the camera with our chubby cheeks squished up against each other.

When Glenn came to his dad's present, I heard his dad say, "Guess Kaiya kinda stole my thunder," but I wasn't sure what he meant, so I just watched as Glenn pulled a second hat from his father's bag. This one was red and orange.

I giggled. "We got him the same thing!" I said, announcing the obvious as most children my age tended to do.

"You okay?" Glenn asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into an even tighter hug. "I remember the hats. Me and your dad got you the same thing for your eighth birthday."

Glenn's breath hitched and he squeezed me tighter, seeming to be glad that I was remembering so much so quickly. Or maybe he was even more happy that he had his little sister back.

Sorry its taken me so long to update, school has been taking up a lot of my time lately. Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! Review! :)