Minutes have passed, and everyone within the theater has begun to open their eyes one by one. Many have wondered why their cheeks felt drafty, as they could not recall why they were shedding tears. Frankie took a look around, as she couldn't recall why they were all packed within the theater. Regardless, a lot of them began to exit the area. Madame Foster kept staring at the giant ball trapped in thought till Mr. Herriman escorted her out.

"Any reason why we're all here?" She asked.

"Beats me," Mac answered. "Was it for a ceremony of some sort?"

"I don't know...We're not really dressed for the part."

Wilt and the others began to engage in a similar conversation, the magenta friend was wiping off the tears she had, and looked around to notice the giant ball of knitted yarn. To her, she couldn't help but feel it was a deja vu moment. The problem is she didn't know why it was there, or why was she at Foster's for that matter. Bloo was doing nearly the same thing, until he glanced down at the long-awaited game picked up from PlayFair.

"Oh yeah!" He said to his friends. "I've been waiting to play this! What are we in the theater for?"

"That's right!" Mac replied. "Galexon and Pylex were planning to make an alliance, right?"

"Yeah! We gotta play it now! Dibs on Admiral Titus for co-op!"

Checking her watch, a sudden thought popped into Frankie's head which caused her to nearly freak out.

"Oh man! I still gotta take care of the laundry, bathrooms and get dinner ready!" She said frantically.

"Don't worry, Frankie," Wilt followed. "We can help you out. I can cover the laundry. Eduardo and Coco can handle the bathrooms in question. Sound like a plan, guys?"

"Si!" The bull friend agreed.

"Coco! (No problem!)" Coco nodded.

"Now that I mention it...the kitchen is still a mess!" Frankie remembered.

"Um...I can help with that."

They turned to a familiar magenta friend, who happened to be listening in, hardly making eye contact.

"I don't know why, but I think I was responsible for the mess. That is, if you don't mind me helping."

"Of course, Berry. Any help is welcome, that is if you're up to it. Not sure where that big ball of yarn came from, but we'll worry about that later."

"Okay."

"Come on, Mac!" Bloo said with excitement. "To the arcade!"

"Right behind you!"

As they were prepared to exit, Bloo still noticed Berry still staring at the large ball. She kept scratching her head till she nearly jumped to a particular voice.

"See you around, Berry," He said. "It is Berry, right?"

Even his friends appeared shocked to hear him say her name correctly for once. Seeing his face almost pulled her close to him.

"U-Uh yes!" She answered, nearly stumbling. "Sure…"

Her heart continues to race around him as it always has. She couldn't help but giggle a bit.

Days after the mysterious event in the theater had gone by pretty smoothly. It was as if it never happened. Berry kept playing her general antics to get Bloo close to her and had several attempts to push Mac and his friends away. To Mac's surprise, the attempts weren't as...serious as he remembered. They seemed more playful at best, and it was tolerable. Even Bloo thought the same way, despite not being interested.

When they were playing outside one day, Mac went in to get drinks for everyone. Oddly, upon entering the foyer, he chose to take a detour.

He headed towards the theater.

The yarn ball was still there, unknown whether it had caught much dust since the past few days of avoiding this place. He still doesn't know why he brought himself here. The ball was like an abstract painting that he tried to analyze. It must have meant something otherwise he wouldn't be here. Not paying any mind to the time, he got to the stage to get a closer look.

"It's weird that no one knew why this was here," he said to himself. "So why am I so drawn to it?"

"You've been thinking about it too?"

The voice didn't surprise him, but he did recognize the figure as they walked in with their cane: Madame Foster. She was headed towards the stairs of the stage, so Mac helped her up.

"Thank you, dearie," she smiled. "You're such a gentleman."

"No problem, Madame Foster. So what brought you here?"

"The same reason as you. That yarn ball had been boggling my mind for days. It must be important, but I can't bring myself as to why."

"Same. It had to be important if we were all brought here. The only thing I could feel that might match was Berry."

"Berry? How so?"

"Well, we remember Berry's first visit. She became super obsessed with Bloo and tried to separate him from me due to her jealousy. She kept putting herself between us while we were trying to break the record of the world's largest rubber band ball. Now that I think of it, this yarn ball was about the same size."

"I see. That is a plausible explanation."

"Really? What were your thoughts?"

Foster moved closer to the ball.

"I think…" she began. "Something happened here that we had to forget."

Mac looked surprised.

"...What?" He said. "What do you mean forget?"

"Why else would you ask yourself those questions? Surely the reason behind it connects you, Berry and your friends. You were all on stage."

She was right. They all had to be connected somehow. Was it that obvious to figure out? Was it not leading them anywhere? That does lead to another question: Why was Berry still here? Didn't she leave Foster's before? Why was she back and oddly tolerable now? Did everyone just enter an alternate timeline? Even Bloo was calling her by name! Was this all a dream? It was starting to give Mac a headache.

"Ugh! Why is this bothering me so much!?"

"Maybe," Foster had a theory. "It wasn't something we had to forget, but…"

Mac's eyes widened.

"...Someone?"

Memories began flooding back: their first meeting, their first hangout, their first serious talk, the interaction with Bloo, the foyer performance...all leading up to the giant ball of yarn. Each image he remembered had a silhouette of someone there until…

...he spotted a pink figure turning to him, showing off her signature hair sprig and warm smile.

"...Cherry," he whispered. "Cherry was her name! I can't believe we forgot her!"

The name clicked for Madame Foster as well.

"I can't believe it," she said. "It all makes sense now!"

"I gotta go tell the others! They'd be excited to hear this!"

Mac was held back by her extended cane.

"Perhaps it's better not to."

"Huh? But why?"

"It's not that they would be excited to hear the news, but they may not also be."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a very sensitive matter. Whether they're ready to listen, they may also think you might have a screw loose."

She has a point. Mac's friends don't want him to think he's crazy, despite discovering what's been missing from them.

"If I can make a suggestion," Foster said. "No matter how long it takes, let them discover it on their own."

"...I understand," Mac said. "Guess I better get back to them. I told them I was getting drinks and that's a bit overdue."

"You sure you're able to keep it a secret?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, Madame Foster. I won't let you down. At least let me help you back down the stairs."

"Still a kind young man." She smiled.

An unknown figure stood by the ball of yarn, possibly watching them as they left.