Later in the day, Frankie felt like her daily chores were overwhelming. She didn't realize it a few days ago, but it was finally starting to weigh her down. It was like the workload had steadily increased due to more messes and more clutter. She couldn't even bother with cooking. She was stuck doing take out orders since her chore list was barely making a dent. Eventually Wilt saw her struggling to move a teetering tower of boxes in one of the many halls and kept her from causing an accident.

"Easy, Frankie," he said, catching the tower of boxes prior to her falling. "Good thing I was here! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she replied, standing back up. "Thanks Wilt. Sorry about that...Work has been piling up and doesn't seem to find an end!"

"Then I'm open to help. Where are we taking these to?"

"To the storage room. At least let me take a stack of them."

As the two were walking through the halls, the tall friend noticed that Frankie had been quiet.

"You're usually good at holding a conversation," he wondered. "You sure you're okay?"

"Oh, yeah," Frankie said. "Sorry. Something has been on my mind for a while now."

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. I know I was used to handling the daily workloads back then, but I can't help but think that it hasn't been under control lately. Do you think it's weird to be thinking like this?"

"No, not at all. I have noticed you busier than usual though. You should probably ask us for help when you need it."

"You know I shouldn't be asking so much of you guys...It's still my job."

"But it's our choice to help you. Accept the gratitude every once in a while."

"You're right, you're right. Maybe it's just...I don't know...I keep feeling like I didn't always have so much to do. Like someone was helping me."

"Really?"

"I can't deny it. It's been nagging on my mind." She looks at him. "Have you had any thoughts like this before?"

"Not really? I'm sorry that I'm having trouble relating."

"No, that's okay. I'm probably just imagining it."

Soon they entered down a hallway that the tall friend definitely recognized. It was the one that had the antique chandelier. Frankie didn't pay any mind to it as they were walking by, but she did stop when she noticed Wilt stopped to stare at it.

"Wow, it looks beautiful," she commented. "It must've taken a long time for assembly."

"Yeah, it was," he answered. "Well, it was going to be until someone offered to help."

"Who was it?"

"It was-..."

He had blanked. He knew he had help, but nothing was coming to him.

"...That's odd...I can't remember."

"You're feeling the same way too?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry."

"Ugh...This is so frustrating. I swear I remember someone helping me with some of the chores..."

"It's like I could recall them standing on my hand for a boost..."

"Whoever it was...they were one of the kindest-..."

Sudden flashbacks hit them both, sending scenes of this mystery friend through their minds like the flip of a switch. Silhouettes of each moment were in place till they visualized a familiar pink figure. Everything clicked within seconds.

"Was that...Cherry?" Frankie asked herself.

"You remember her too!?" the tall friend said in near shock. "I can't believe we forgot her! Why did we do that!?"

"I-I don't know! It makes me wonder if the others forgot too...Maybe we should tell them!"

"...Maybe, we shouldn't. At least not yet."

Frankie looked at him in disbelief.

"Huh? But why?"

"I'm sorry, Frankie, but...I think it'd be better to ensure everyone close to Cherry is on the same page first."

"...Yeah, you're right. We'll wait till our friends start to remember on their own."

The two proceeded into the next room, while an unknown figure creeped into the hall they were just in to stare up at the chandelier.