The rest of the day carried out as if nothing had changed. Bloo managed to get some rest, but Mac suggested playing another game. Frankie's work had been piling up, so Wilt and the others offered to help. No one could make conversation in regards to what occurred this morning. It's not because they had anything to say, but it felt awkward to bring up without feeling guilty about Berry's attempt to make things right. She had been on their minds, however. They hadn't mustered up the courage to run after her before. They figured she needed time to herself, so they left it alone.

It began to become worrisome by Sunday, so they began talking again. No one had seen or heard from her. They had regret not going after her when they had the chance. They had regret not making amends right then and there. They had searched in places that she might've been and where they would least expect. Her bedroom looked as if it hadn't been slept in since the night before. Wilt asked Mr. Herriman if she had been adopted and didn't tell her friends, but there was no adoption status in her file. In the midst of all the searching, they didn't realize it was already evening. After dinner there was even a point where Bloo had gotten separated from the group. Returning back to the foyer, the group noticed him just sitting on the last flight towards the bottom. He remained concentrated on the front door. Knowing that he hadn't moved in quite some time, it was clear that he was deep in thought. Mac could see his friend wasn't in the brightest of moods.

"Hey, Bloo," he spoke. "How are you holding up?"

"I wish it was better than now," he answered. "My mind is lost, my heart's been in pieces…"

"You're not going to be too depressed to hang out anymore, are you? I can't afford to lose my best friend if I stop coming by."

"Nah...I'm sure to get over it by tomorrow. Sorry if I've been dragging you down."

"You haven't. Berry has been on all of our minds. We just hope she hasn't done anything reckless."

"If Cherry were to come back...how would we react?"

"That depends." Madame Foster spoke, as she was seen walking towards the stairs from the foyer. "You may not like what you see."

Huh? What did she mean? While the group spent a minute analyzing her response, they could hear the front door click. They couldn't tell whether Madame's sentence had the best timing, but they were surprised to see a familiar face beyond the door.

...Berry had returned. She didn't expect the other friends to be there, but managed to show a light smile.

"Oh, hey guys," she said. "I didn't think you'd be here."

"Are you kidding?" Frankie said. "We've all been worried about you! You've been gone more than a day and didn't tell anyone!"

"I know, but it was for a good reason. Plus, you would have talked me out of it if I said anything."

"A good reason?" Wilt asked. "Was it important?"

"It was…!" She looked to the floor. "But…"

"Well, come on now...out with it!" The blue friend starts to close the distance between them. He didn't expect for her to suddenly step aside. "You can't keep us wait-...!"

He had stopped in his tracks. She was standing behind her: a reddish-pink creature with large eyes and black pupils. A curl dresses the front of her head, whereas twin leaf-like tufts and a long, thin sprig of hair lines the top of her head defying gravity. The hourglass body matched Berry's in every way.

...Cherry was back, retaining her signature warm smile.

It seemed impossible, but she was standing before everyone. They all could see her. It was obvious that they weren't dreaming. Bloo continued to stare, but had to snap out of it.

"Is...Is that you…?" He questioned.

The pink friend looked at him.

"Hello." she answered.

"You're back…" He moved in to hug her. "I can't believe it...You're back!"

"...I'm sorry...Do I know you?"

Everyone except Berry was taken aback by that response. It caused Bloo to pull away from her.

"Huh? What do you mean? It's Bloo, remember?"

"I'm really sorry. I don't think we've met." This made the blue friend back up a bit more. "My name's Cherry by the way. Berry was right about the hospitality. I never thought I'd get a little welcome committee!"

No one had any idea what was going on. Why was Cherry acting like this? They had so many questions to ask, but it'd be awkward while she was here. Frankie couldn't handle the minor silence.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's not common for us to get new friends this late," she smiled, while walking up to her. "Welcome to Foster's. I assume you're looking for a home?"

"That's right," Cherry answered. "Sorry to intrude so late. I won't be of much trouble here...that is, if you'll have me."

"Of course! All friends are welcome! Come, let's get you registered first in Mr. Herriman's office and I'll give you a quick tour."

"On second thought, Frankie," Berry stepped in. "Mind if I give her the tour?"

"Oh, of course! I'll hand her over to you once we're done."

"Wonderful!" The pink friend looks at the others before following Frankie. "It's nice meeting all of you!"

The front door was closed after entering, but silence remained golden after Frankie left the foyer with Cherry.

"I can't believe it," Mac turned to Berry. "You managed to bring Cherry back...So this was why you left?"

"Coco coco coco? (You had a lead after all?)" Coco asked.

The magenta friend pulled out the envelope Madame had given her.

"I never thought there'd be a day that her creator would write to her," she answered. "If it weren't for the return address, then she might've been as good as gone."

"So she was able to reimagine her," the tall friend said. "Talk about luck..."

"It's good that Cereza is back," Ed said. "Her personality seems to be there…"

"But her memory…?"

They all determined it was wiped clean. Was this what Madame Foster meant? Not being happy with what they saw?

"As much as I wanted to tell her everything," Berry mentioned. "A part of me held back. I know that she's my sister, but I don't want her to feel uncomfortable around us."

The blue friend didn't feel like this was enough. The elderly owner had long ascended the stairs. He figured his only chances of getting answers as to why Cherry doesn't remember anyone would be related to her unusual response. It's likely she had retired to her room, so he took to the stairs. The others questioned where he was going, but he kept moving forward without a word. He couldn't determine what feelings were running through him. His mindset had completely changed. He was convinced to swing open the bedroom door but continued to bang on it.

"Madame Foster? Madame Foster!" He bellowed. "Are you in there?!"

"I'm here, dearie," she said softly. "Please, come in."

He did what was expected of him, entering with a face of irritation.

"Did you know this was going to happen!?" He shouted.

"Was what going to happen?" She asked

"About Cherry losing her memory! You knew this was going to happen didn't you!?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Why would you say that we may not like what we see!?"

"Ah…" She adjusts her glasses. "Did you expect her to remember you?"

"What…? Of course I did! I mean...shouldn't she!?"

"Tell me: What did we lose when Cherry requested everyone to forget her?"

"Our memories."

"And what were we to expect when a brand new imaginary friend comes into light?"

"...You mean...they won't remember their past…?"

Madame shuffled over to a low table, decorated with group pictures consisting of many imaginary friends.

"Imagination is abundant. No matter where it comes from, it exists everywhere. Imaginary friends exist for a plethora of reasons: to know when to never hold back on our feelings; to know when to take a break when it's deserved; to know and remember what it means to have fun; to be open to their creators and share advice. Everything they've learned, watched, interacted and heard is what gives their personality life. Memories are everything to them while they exist. Memories are everything while they are still remembered. If they were to leave this world, they would be taking their memories with them. I was surprised that Cherry knew about that. I wished I knew where she had gotten the information...Perhaps maybe I would have convinced her otherwise."

The blue friend was still trying to process the information.

"...But was it worth it?" He began. "Was she happy to go out like she did? Even if she had mainly done it for her sister?"

Madame turned to him.

"The purpose of her disappearance was nothing but a lesson to Berry," she said. "But she wouldn't have gotten to this point if it weren't for you, Bloo."

"Me…?"

"It's getting late." She moves closer to him. "It isn't too late to create new memories, right?"

"Well, you're right, but…"

"I think it's as good a time as any to see Mac off. Let's not keep him waiting."

"Yeah…Sorry for the break in."

"Not at all. Have a great evening, dearie."

Upon closing the door behind him, just the thought of having to make new memories oddly made redness appear on his face.

"...Do I have to say it again…?"

"Everyone has a part to play," she says after he has left. "Unfortunately this is only the first step…"