A Major Change: New Surgeon at the 4077

by Parent12D

AU. Takes place within the first three seasons, where this story starts during season 2. The summary is the same as A New Face at the 4077, but with the original main crew, different dynamics, the new major interacting with different characters, and a new tent is set up specifically for the major. How will things go for him? Rated T for occasional adult content.

50. Amnesia and Football in Tokyo

Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Here is the 50th chapter of this story!

Now, this chapter is gonna be a little different from previous chapters. Similar to chapter 40, this chapter will take place outside of the 4077th. However, it will also be taking place outside of Korea and focuses on Tokyo, where Andrew and Margaret are at a hotel in while on R&R.

Also like chapter 40, Henry Blake will be absent, and Frank Burns will get a slight mention. This time though, Radar, Hawkeye, and Trapper will appear, though their scenes are limited. The captains will only appear in one scene while Radar will appear in two scenes. Because of that, the 4077 will only appear twice, and even then, the most that'll appear there will be Radar's office.

Anyway, in this chapter, Andrew and Margaret will get amnesia, they're convinced that their names are the names on the dog tags that they got by accident, some football will be involved, and so will cheerleading, but only in a limited sense. Aside from that, a little bit of traveling in Tokyo will be shown, and some other crazy stuff will take place. How will things go for the two while on R&R? Find out right now!

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IN A HOTEL; IN TOKYO JAPAN - 19:46

It was a nice evening out in Tokyo, Japan. In one of the hotel rooms, in particular, we see two personnel who came from the M*A*S*H 4077, stationed near the village of Uijeongbu, South Korea. They were both Majors, and their names were Andrew Peterson and Margaret Houlihan, and they were in their brown Class A Uniforms.

Believe it or not, they were spending some time together in Tokyo as a result of being on R&R. They're engaged already, but after the heavy amount of casualties that the 4077 got, combined with all the work and fatigue they've been struggling with while stationed there, they needed this time off. And that's what they're doing.

Upon reaching Tokyo, they had made the arrangements to stay in a hotel at times where they wouldn't be traveling to see the sights that Tokyo has to offer. Today, they had done quite a bit, and they went to several different places, with the assistance of a tour guide; a Japanese lady.

She seemed rather obligated to help the engaged couple out with their travels while they were on R&R. They got to use a hot tub, got a couple of geishas to step on their backs to give them a back-massage, and they even did a little bit of shopping. Needless to say, today has been pretty exciting for the two of them.

Currently, they were in their hotel room, which had quite a setup that satisfied them. There wasn't much there. Only a queen-size bed, a lamp, a dresser, two cabinets, and a desk with a phone on it in case either of them needs any room service. Despite this, they were completely satisfied with it, as they had put the duffle bags that they had in their hands to the side, right in front of the closet door.

"Wow Margaret," Andrew wiped his forehead."That was quite a day we had today. And being one of our days of R&R that we're spending here."

"Tell me about it," Margaret agreed. "And to think that there's been a mixup with our dog tags."

"Don't remind me," Andrew moaned. "The army must've made a mistake with getting the wrong dog tags to us. Not to mention the wrong duffle bags, with stuff that we don't need."

"They must've," Margaret snorted. "The dog tag that I got says 'Jessica Belle' on it."

"And mine says 'Michael Brownson' on it," Andrew proclaimed. "We don't know either of those people. So I hope we get our correct dog tags and duffle bags soon."

"I hope so too," Margaret sighed. "Our duffle bags don't have the medical bags or other stuff that we brought along with us."

"My duffle bag has a football in it, along with a helmet, and several pairs of swim trunks. All of which I don't need," Andrew pointed out. "Well, except for the swim trunks of course.

"That's interesting," Margaret gave him a smirk. "My duffle bag has nothing but several pairs of skimpy cheerleading skirts and shirts, two hair ties, and two pom-poms."

"Gosh," Andrew blinked. "This isn't a pep rally."

"I know. We're still in the army," Margaret nodded. "We're stationed at a M*A*S*H unit in Korea, so we don't need this stuff."

"Yeah." Andrew tugged on his collar. "I had called the person at HQ to let them know about the mixup. They should have it settled and our respective stuff should be here sometime soon."

"Hopefully we'll get them back before our R&R is up, since those happening to be our belongings," Margaret stated.

"Me too," Andrew agreed as he then stretched. "So what do you want to do since we're in our hotel room together?"

"Well, I was hoping that we'd unwind for a bit since we've had a busy day," Margaret suggested. "Perhaps on the bed together, where we can cuddle together."

"Yeah. That's not a bad idea. I think we should do that," Andrew was all for that idea.

"I'm happy to hear that, darling," Margaret told him.

"I'm glad you are dear," Andrew remarked before he came up with an idea. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we listen to the radio that I bought earlier?"

"Wait, you bought a radio earlier," Margaret raised an eyebrow.

"Why sure. I bought it at the store earlier today," Andrew stated. "It was on sale, so I bought it."

"Well, aren't you a lucky devil Andrew," Margaret teased him playfully. "Where is it?"

"It's right here," Andrew went over to the duffle bag and dug it out.

The radio that he took out was revealed to be one of those vintage American radios, which caught his fiancee's attention.

"Wow Andrew, you bought that?" Margaret had to ask.

"That's right," Andrew nodded. "We can listen to it while we relax in bed and cuddle together."

"I would love that," Margaret didn't argue with that. "What do you think is on right now?"

"Well, let me find something," Andrew put the radio on the desk, got onto the bed, and started turning the knob. "Now let's see...Hmmm..."

Andrew spent the next few minutes looking for an available station on the radio, while Margaret was getting off her boots and got herself comfortable on the bed. Eventually, he stumbled upon something that caught his interest. There was a whistle that was blowing loudly, crowds of people cheering, and some other stuff that would be heard at a big game. And Andrew knew what that was.

It was a football game. He remembers those noises from anywhere since he's been to a couple of football games in his time, mainly as a teenager and in his early 20s. He heard the announcer make an announcement.

"And now we're back to the Army-vs-Navy Football Game!" Andrew heard the announcer shout. "Where this game is taking place in Philadelphia, PA! As of now, the Navy Midshipmen are in the lead against the Army Black Knights! Looks like it's gonna be a tight game folks!"

"Hey, it's a football game. Specifically the Army-Navy Game," Andrew said, looking directly towards Margaret. "I've listened to a couple of these games before in my time. Unfortunately, the Navy has won the past two games in a row, and it seems that they're gonna win this game too."

"Well, anything can happen," Margaret shrugged. "In any case, the games are...eh. Alright, I guess. I know the Army Black Knights are from the USMA at West Point, New York. I know that because I was stationed there."

"I know. I was stationed there too," Andrew reminded her. "The Navy Midshipmen are from the USNA, at Annapolis, Maryland. But I don't think that's important since we're both regular-army. Not navy."

"You got that right Andrew, my darling," Margaret smirked. "The navy isn't important to us."

"You know it dear," Andrew grinned. "In any case, would you like to listen to this game?"

"Eh, what the heck," Margaret shrugged casually. "There's nothing else on. Besides, I think we could listen to some football right now."

"Same here," Andrew smiled coyly as he took off his boots. "This might be interesting for us."

"You said it, I didn't," Margaret said as they got comfy in the bed while the radio played that station.

Several minutes, they were lying on the bed together, snuggling up together, as Margaret snuggled her head against the left side of his chest, while Andrew placed his left arm around her back. They allowed the game to be heard through the radio as the couple stay in a comfortable position together. They were gonna be relaxing for a while...

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A couple of hours have passed since then. Andrew and Margaret were cuddling together in bed while listening to the game. Even though things didn't look good for the Army Black Knights, that didn't stop them from having a romantic night in the hotel.

Margaret was giving Andrew that lusty flirtatious look frequently, while Andrew would occasionally pat and lovingly rub Margaret's back. They were in a pretty happy position and they enjoyed every moment of it.

It was now a little after 10 p.m or 2200 hours in military time. And from the announcement on the radio, it would appear that the Army-Navy game was just about over.

"Alright! Touchdown! There you have it, folks! The Midshipmen won the game! The Midshipmen won their third game in a row!" The announcer yelled as the sound of cheering was heard underneath it. "The navy beat the army yet again; 7-0! Better luck next time Black Knights! You'll need it after three consecutive losses! That's all for tonight folks!"

With that, Andrew reached his right hand to the radio and turned it off. "Well, that stinks. The army lost against the navy for the third time."

"I know," Margaret sighed as she looked into Andrew's eyes. "Well, there's always next time."

"By the time that happens, the war might be over," Andrew stated.

"Yeah," Margaret said. "So what do you want us to do now? We've been snuggling together for the past couple of hours. Surely a big strong man such as yourself must have something for us to do."

"Well, I haven't given much thought about that, seeing that we don't have a lot on hand with what we got by mistake," Andrew rubbed his chin. "Hmmm...perhaps we could have a drink together."

"How do you know that they have drinks here Andrew," Margaret wondered.

"Well, most people who stay in hotels get drunk, and they usually like to have a spare in here just in case," Andrew got up and stretched. "I'm sure they have some in one of the cabinets."

"Uh, if you say so darling, then go on ahead and find the drinks," Margaret encouraged.

"I'll be glad to, my dear," Andrew smiled as he got up and approached the cabinet. "And I'll get us two glass cups just in case."

"Alright," Margaret sat up and looked in his direction. "Did you find anything in there yet?"

"Give me just a moment," Andrew scurried through the cabinet to find a bottle of booze. Eventually, he found something interesting. "Hey, Margaret! I think I found a bottle of booze!"

"Really? That's great! Just take it out and-" Margaret seemed excited by that, but cut herself off when she noticed Andrew was gonna hit the top shelf of the cabinet. "Andrew! Look out!"

"Don't worry dear! I'll be alright," Andrew assured her as his head was inches away from the top shelf. "Don't fret about me! I'll be out in a jiffy!"

"But darling, the top shelf! Don't hit your-" she was unable to finish when Andrew hit his head on the shelf. "...head."

Andrew reacted to it seconds later by falling off the shelf and collapsing on his back. Margaret was concerned for her fiance as she got off the bed and approached him.

She saw a nasty bruise on his forehead as she checked his pulse. She was getting one. He was just out cold, thanks to plowing his head into the shelf.

"Oh no! Darling! Oh, darling, this wouldn't have happened if I had gotten it instead of you," Margaret was worried about his well-being as she gently kissed his lips. "Don't worry Andrew! I'll find a first aid kit! I'll take care of that nasty bruise for you!"

With that, Margaret checked through the second cabinet to see if she could find a first aid kit. This was a bad time to not have her medical bag on hand since something like this had happened. She skimmed through the cabinet with the hope that she could find a medical kit to help with treating the bruise on Andrew's forehead.

"Now where is that kit? Where it is?" Margaret scurried through the cabinet in hopes of finding it. "Hmm...Ah! Here is it!"

Margaret saw the first aid kit and grabbed it. Taking it out, she set it down outside of the cabinet and slowly climbed down.

"Alright Andrew, I'm gonna treat that bruise! And then I'll-" of course, she was cut off when she hit her head on the shelf above; one that she didn't notice before.

Feeling the impact that the shelf left when she slammed her head into it by accident, she collapsed onto the floor and was knocked out cold, while lying on her back. The first aid kit had been forgotten, and she was lying down just across from where Andrew was lying down. They were both unconscious, and it was hard to tell when they would finally come to and wake up...

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THE NEXT MORNING...

It was a new morning in Tokyo. And in the hotel, Andrew and Margaret were still unconscious of what had happened to them last night. After several minutes, Andrew finally came to as he was heard moaning and placed the palm of his right hand onto his forehead, feeling like he has a splitting headache.

"Oooooh, my aching head," Andrew groaned. "Wuh...W-What happened?"

As soon as Andrew opened his eyes completely, he got a good look at Margaret, who was also out cold on the floor. Strangely enough, Andrew didn't recognize her. However, he found her to be quite interesting, not to mention attractive. So she caught his attention.

Wow. What a beautiful-looking blonde dame. Andrew thought with a smirk. I wonder if she's okay...

Getting on his feet, Andrew walked over and leaned down to try to shake Margaret awake. He did this several times while calling her ma'am. After a few moments, Margaret started groaning as she held her hand over her head.

"Ooooohh..." she moaned as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Oh good. I was wondering if you'd ever wake up," Andrew commented with a teasing tone.

"Wuuuuh..." Margaret murmured.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Andrew looking at her. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to recognize him either, so this came as a surprise.

"WOAH!" She yelped as she backed away a foot from him. "W-Who are you?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you, gorgeous," Andrew told her.

"Who am I," Margaret sounded confused. "I don't know..."

"You don't know who you are?" Andrew asked.

"No. Don't you?" Margaret queried.

"I don't know who I am either," Andrew shook his head.

Both of them spent the next few minutes thinking about if anything would come back to them. Sadly, nothing was coming back to either of them.

"Well, the last thing that I can remember was this splitting headache that I woke up with," Andrew told her, rubbing his temple for emphasis.

"Isn't that a coincidence," Margaret huffed. "That's the last thing that I can remember too, big shot."

"Wow," Andrew blinked before smirking. "Looks like we have the same issue. Don't we beautiful?"

"I guess so," Margaret sighed. "Anyway, I'm still a little startled by meeting you, but you are quite a handsome-looking man."

"I should say the same about you, and how your a rather gorgeous-looking lady," Andrew remarked.

"Thanks, I think," Margaret thanked him with uncertainty as they didn't say anything else for the next few minutes.

At that moment, they noticed the dog tags that they were wearing, which they had on this whole time. Individually, they took the dog tag that they were wearing and read what the name on the tag said.

"Michael Brownson," Andrew read the name on his tag. "Hmm...I guess that's my name."

"And I guess my name is Jessica Belle," Margaret read her tag. "I don't recognize that name."

"I don't recognize the name on my tag either," Andrew shrugged. "Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jessica."

"Same here, Michael," Margaret gave him a similar greeting.

They said nothing else for the next few minutes. They said all that they could think of for the moment.

It was then a knock was heard at the door. Getting Andrew and Margaret's attention, they had to wonder who that could be. Before they could comment on it, the door already opened, and someone stepped into their hotel room.

The person was revealed to be a Japanese woman. She had black hair that was styled like that of a geisha, she was wearing a kimono robe, and she had a cherry blossom in her hair. She greeted them with her hands in her sleeves as she took a bow.

"Good morning Americans," she greeted. "Are you two ready for today?"

"Do I know you, ma'am," Andrew looked at her in confusion.

"Why yes. I'm your tour guide," she told him. "You two told me you're here on R&R."

"Hmmm...sorry. I don't recall," Andrew seemed clueless. "I don't know anything about R&R."

"Come to think of it, neither do I," Margaret spoke up. "And I don't recognize you either."

"Well, your here. So that's that," the lady told him. "And from what I got, you two are Andrew and Margaret."

"Sorry miss, but my name is Michael Brownson," Andrew corrected.

"And my name is Jessica Belle," Margaret added. "That's what it says on our tags."

"It makes no difference to me Americans. You're still here, and I'm your tour guide," the woman didn't feel like arguing with them. "And in case you forgotten, my name is Aoi."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Aoi," Andrew greeted. "Though there is one thing we want to clear up with you."

"And what would that be?"

"The names on our dog tags don't seem familiar. Do you know where these came from?"

"If you must know, those dog tags came from the army. If you want more info, you'll have to find out from them. Because I don't know anything about them."

"The army," this got Andrew's attention.

"Do you know where we can get a hold of the army?" Margaret asked.

"You'll have to get a hold of HQ; the one in Tokyo," Aoi explained. "They aren't taking phone calls, so you Americans have to go there in person."

"Very well," Andrew sighed. "Can you get us a lift to HQ for us miss?"

"I'll get a chopper ready to bring you two there on the double," she told them. "You two Americans better get ready for when the flight gets here."

"Right. Thanks," Andrew thanked her.

Aoi didn't say a word as she left the room and when to get a chopper sent over to escort Andrew and Margaret to HQ so they can find out more about the names that are written on their respective dog tags.

"Well Jessica, looks like we're flying to HQ together," Andrew said to Margaret. "This ought to be fun for us, right good-looking?"

"I guess," Margaret shrugged. "I have to admit, you seem to be a nice and handsome guy, Michael. So I don't have a problem with us flying together."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Andrew smirked as the two got ready for their flight to HQ.

By the time the chopper came, the couple was all ready to go. We now see a chopper flying through the air with Andrew and Margaret in it. The chopper was heading straight for HQ, where the two were gonna find out more about their supposed names on their dog tags. They were hoping to be satisfied with what they were gonna be given for information...

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IN HQ BUILDING IN TOKYO - 9:38

"So, you two are wondering about the names that are on your dog tags, right," the lieutenant in charge of the personnel files wondered, as Andrew and Margaret were standing right in front of his desk.

"That's right sir," Andrew nodded. "You see, I'm Michael Brownson."

"And I'm Jessica Belle," Margaret added.

"And we came here because our names don't sound familiar, and we don't remember anything about ourselves," Andrew explained. "So we were wondering if you have our files in your cabinet. The ones that have information on Michael Brownson and Jessica Belle. Do you have them?"

"Well sir, I happen to have the files for all personnel that been to Tokyo," the lieutenant exclaimed. "So let me see if I can find both folders for you two."

"That would be a big help, sir," Margaret said. "Because Michael and I are curious since we have no idea about us."

"If that's what you want ma'am," the lieutenant nodded. "Let me see if I can find those folders for you two."

With that, the lieutenant turned around to face the filing cabinet behind him. He opened up one of the drawers in the cabinet and dug through the folders that were in there. After several minutes of searching through the cabinet drawer, the lieutenant found the two folders that he was looking for and he took them out.

"Ah-ha! Here we go. These are the folders that you two wanted," the lieutenant stated, placing the folders onto his desk. "One Michael Brownson, and one for Jessica Belle. Right?"

"That's right," Andrew and Margaret chimed in unison.

"Okay. I don't know how you two can't remember who you two are since these are on you two. But I'm just doing things the army way." The lieutenant stated.

"The army?" Margaret uttered, finding something familiar about the word 'army' and how it seems important.

"That's right. Anyway, let's see what the files say on you two," he opened both folders and looked through the files to find information on them.

A few minutes later, he found the papers that have the background info on the two people they were curious about.

"Here we go. These files contain your background, just like you asked," he stated, placing the two papers onto the desk.

"Great. Let's hear what's on them," Andrew requested.

"Very well then," the lieutenant complied. "Okay. Michael Brownson, right?"

"Yes," Andrew nodded.

"Alright, according to the file," he read the paper on Michael. "You are a Lieutenant Colonel. You've been in the service for 10 years. And you're a former professional football player. You've played football a lot in high school and college, with a good track record."

"Wow," Andrew blinked. "No wonder I look all physically fit. I'm a former professional football player?"

"That's what the file says sir," the lieutenant nodded. "Also, it says here that you happen to be the commanding officer of the unit that you run in Korea."

"Gosh," Andrew was intrigued. "I must be an important and responsible man."

"Yeah, you can say that," the officer said. "Now let's do your file, Jessica."

"Okay," Margaret smiled in curiosity. "What does the file say?"

"Well ma'am from what it says, you are a Captain," the lieutenant revealed. "You've been in the services for five straight years, mainly as an army nurse. And you are stationed in the same unit Michael Brownson is stationed at in Korea."

"Really? That's interesting," Margaret smiled, showing those pretty white teeth of hers.

"Also, it says here Jessica that during WWII, you took part in cheerleading, and from your records, you were a professional." The lieutenant stated.

"Really? I was a cheerleader?" Margaret asked with a smirk. "Wow. No wonder why my body is physically fit and petite."

"It would have to be with a gorgeous body like that, toots," Andrew teased playfully.

"T-Thanks Mike," Margaret blushed slightly.

"Your welcome Jess," Andrew grinned and winked at her.

"Ahem! Anyway," the lieutenant cleared his throat. "The records also say that you are on the waiting list for a promotion, to a Major. Lastly, it says in both of these files that you two have been dating for a couple of years."

"We have?" Both of them asked.

"It's written in these files that you two were recently engaged and expecting to get married sometime when this war is over," he explained. "Because of that, you two are partners at the unit you two are in. Michael is the C.O, and Jessica is the head nurse."

"Now that's interesting. I feel like we're learning about ourselves again," Andrew mused. "Thanks a lot for the help, sir."

"Yeah, thanks for that sir," Margaret smirked. "We appreciate the help."

"You two are welcome," the lieutenant said as he then saw the photos of Michael and Jessica, and noticed that they didn't look anything like Andrew and Margaret. "That's strange. These photos of Michael and Jessica look nothing like you two."

"Are you sure," both of them raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," the lieutenant said as it was shown that Michael had semi-short brown hair, while Jessica had light blonde hair.

"Well, I guess it's not important. It's probably just a miscalculation. It happens all the time in the army. So don't worry about it you two."

"Well, if you say so," Andrew went with it. "We're glad that you gave us the information that we are looking for."

"It's my job. Don't mention it," the lieutenant said. "Now is that all that you two are wanting from me?"

"Just about sir," Margaret nodded with a smile.

"Alright. Then I can call this meeting to a close," the lieutenant put the papers back into the respective folders and put them back into the cabinet drawer that he found them in. "You two may leave."

"Right. So long sir," Andrew said. "And thanks again for the help."

"Yeah. We'll be seeing you," Margaret added.

After they gave their farewells, the two of them turned around and walked out of the office. They were now planning on leaving HQ since they had what they were looking for. A chopper was waiting for them outside, and they were planning on returning to the hotel that they were staying in supposedly. Now that they know about their so-called identities, they could go along with what they thought they were. They were going to take part in a very interesting and amusing experience together...

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BACK AT THE HOTEL - 11:03

"Jessica, I'm surprised by what we learned about each other," Andrew shared with Margaret as they entered the hotel. "To think that I was a professional football player in my college days."

"And I was a professional cheerleader during WWII," Margaret mused. "I must've been good."

"Your damn right you were Jessie," Andrew told her. "You must have been pretty hot back then."

"And you were probably masculine as a football player when you were in high school and college," Margaret teased him.

"You better believe it, gorgeous," Andrew gave her a sly and confident smirk. "And to think that we're also partners Jessica."

"I'm glad to be partners with you Michael," Margaret admitted. "It makes me glad to be engaged with a dreamboat like you."

"Me too, you beautiful looking dame," Andrew gave her a lusty look.

By the looks of it, Margaret was about to act upon it and let her seductive grin get the better of her. But before she could do that with him, the secretary got their attention.

"Excuse me you two," she started asking. "You are residing in room 28, right?"

"That's what our tour guide Aoi told us," Andrew said. "Yeah. Why?"

"Well there's an important phone call for you two," the secretary explained. "The corporal calling says that it's important. It must be since he's calling from South Korea."

"South Korea? What does he want from us?" Andrew queried in confusion.

"How should I know? All that I know is it's important. Nothing else," the secretary adjusted her glasses.

"Well thanks for that ma'am," Margaret thanked her before the two headed to the room that they were staying in.

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As soon as they entered their room, they heard the phone ringing, just like the secretary told them. Seeming curious about this, Andrew was the one who picked up the phone speaker and spoke into it.

"Hello? How may I help you?" Andrew wondered.

"'Cuse me? Hello? You there Major," that voice belonged to Radar. "It's Corporal O'Reilly."

As Andrew listened to the call, the scene switches to the 4077th as Radar was shown talking on the phone in his office.

"Listen, I want to know when you and Major Houlihan will be back," Radar wondered.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Andrew asked in confusion in the hotel room.

"Huh? 'Kay. Quit jokin' around Major. It's me. Corporal O'Reilly. Radar," Radar was puzzled. "It's Radar. Don't ya remember?"

"Sorry. Don't ring a bell, boy," Andrew stated. "And I don't know anyone named Radar. So I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talkin' about..." Radar paused as he cleared his throat. "You alright? Andrew?"

"Andrew? Who's Andrew," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "This isn't Andrew. This is Michael Brownson."

"Michael? Brownson? Quit joking sir," Radar huffed. "You gave me hotel number you and Houlihan're stayin' in. When you got there first."

"You sound confused," Andrew stated. "The last thing I remember was that I woke up with a horrible headache."

"That so," Radar decided to find out about Margaret. "Is Houlihan there? Major Margaret Houlihan?"

"Who? Margaret? I don't know anyone named Margaret," Andrew let out a forced chuckle. "Only woman in here is Jessica Belle. And by damn, ain't she a hot dame? Probably the hottest one I've met."

"Oh c'mon sir," Radar groaned. "Can I speak to her?"

"If you say so O'Reary," Andrew mispronounced his last name before handing the speaker to Margaret. "It's some guy named Radar. He wants to speak to you, Jessie. Says your Margaret Houlihan, whoever the hell that is."

"That's strange," Margaret raised an eyebrow as she took the speaker. "Yes? You wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes, Major. Look, Major, we happen to have loads of casualties here," Radar said. "We're wonderin' if you and Peterson will be back."

"I'm sorry mister, this isn't Margaret. This is Jessica Belle," Margaret told him. "And we don't know anything about casualties."

"Oh come on Major! You know what I'm sayin'," Radar yelled. "You know? M*A*S*H unit? Mobile Army Surgical Hospital? In Korea? 4077? Ring any bells?"

"No, it doesn't boy. Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," Margaret moaned at what he was saying. "Besides, I'm a Captain. Not a Major. Although, I'm on a waiting list to be promoted to Major."

"Ma'am, are you and Peterson alright," Radar was growing concerned. "You don't sound right."

"Well, now that you mention it, I did wake up with a massive headache," Margaret admitted to him. "But that's the last thing I remember."

"You too ma'am," Radar moaned. "Listen, I'm worried about you two."

"Well, we appreciate it, Corporal," Margaret admitted. "But don't worry about us. We can take care of ourselves."

"Oh, gee. If ya say so," Radar sighed. "Can I speak to Andrew?"

"You mean Michael?"

"Yes ma'am. Let's go with that."

"Alright," Margaret the phone back to Andrew.

"Yes?" Andrew spoke into the speaker.

"Listen, Major Peterson, I hope what happened to you two resolves itself," Radar admitted.

"Don't worry Corporal O'Reary. We're fine," Andrew remarked. "Besides, I'm not a Major. I'm 'actually' a Lieutenant Colonel."

"Lieutenant Colonel? Holy cow!" Radar whispered to himself before speaking to Andrew again. "Well...uh, s-sir? Hope to see you soon. And hope you two get better. Okay?"

"Okay. Fine. Whatever you say, boy," Andrew went with it. "Now if you'll excuse me, Jessica and I have some important business to take care of here."

"Right. R&R. Sure. Talk with ya soon sir," Radar decided to end the call. "Bye, sir."

"Right. Bye Corporal," Andrew said before putting down the speaker, officially ending the call. "Can you believe that guy? He's a strange guy."

"Tell me about it," Margaret admitted. "He's an odd fellow Mike."

"You said it, Jess," Andrew nodded as they said nothing else for the next couple of minutes.

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Back at the 4077th, Radar had just put the phone back down as he was thinking to himself about what he just learned. He couldn't believe it. Neither Andrew nor Margaret knew who they 'really' were. In addition to that, they think that they're Michael and Jessica respectively.

And on top of that, Andrew thinks he's a Lt. Colonel while Margaret thinks she's a Captain waiting to be promoted to Major. Something wasn't right, especially since the last thing they could remember was how they both woke up to a massive headache.

There was something wrong with them, and he couldn't tell for sure, mainly because he's the company clerk, not a doctor. He spent the next few minutes thinking about this when the door opened and two doctors stepped into his office.

It was Hawkeye and Trapper. And they decided to check up on Radar since he was calling Andrew and Margaret.

"Hey mister, we're looking for someone named Corporal Radar O'Reilly," Hawkeye pretended to be confused. "Have you seen him around?"

"Your lookin' at him sir," Radar turned around and faced them.

"He could've fooled me," Trapper made a face while shrugging. "For all I know, you could have been a very important man."

"Oh come on you guys," Radar groaned. "I'm in no mood."

"Radar? What's the matter," Hawkeye queried as he and Trapper approached the company clerk. "Did you get through to Andrew and Margaret?"

"They're having a good time in Tokyo, aren't they," Trapper commented. "You know, with the back massage, the hot tub, and some other obscene gestures that they're sharing."

"That's it guys," Radar looked at them straight in the eye. "I called them. And they claim they don't know me. Also sayin' they aren't Peterson an' Houlihan."

"Huh? Did you call the right hotel number right? Room 28?" Hawkeye double-checked.

"Yes Hawkeye," Radar confirmed.

"And you're saying that they aren't Andrew or Margaret?" Hawkeye raised an eyebrow at that.

"No sir. That is, they say they aren't," Radar remarked. "Saying they're Michael Brownson and Jessica Belle. And they don't know me."

"Michael and Jessica? We don't know any Michaels or Jessicas that came to Korea," Hawkeye was puzzled.

"Not that I know of that is," Trapper stated. "Although I have a cousin who lives in Detroit that's called Michael."

"And I knew this Jessica that I dated once when I was in medical school," Hawkeye stated. "You're saying that they don't know you?"

"Yes, Hawkeye. Claiming they don't know Andrew nor Margaret," Radar sighed.

"Well, do they remember anything at all, from before they got to Tokyo?" Trapper queried, having a funny feeling about this.

"All they said is they woke up with a headache," Radar revealed. "Probably from either hangover or hitting their heads on somethin' hard in their hotel room."

"Probably trying to make out while standing in the dark," Hawkeye teased with that smirk on his face.

"C'mon Hawk. It's no laughin' matter," Radar cried. "I think something's wrong with Majors Peterson and Houlihan."

"I'd be too if I was Major or Lt. Colonel," Trapper joked dryly before getting serious. "But seriously Radar, you know what I think is wrong? From how they can't remember anything from their past, I think it's safe to say that they've got a minor case of amnesia."

"Amwhatsia?" Radar looked confused.

"Amnesia Radar," Hawkeye elaborated. "It's when someone loses their memory when they hit their head hard enough on a hard service, like a desk, shelf, table, or whatnot. It has to be done with enough force to trigger amnesia."

"Oh," Radar said. "Like that time my Uncle Ed had to clean out pigpen back in Ottumwa, and hit his head on chicken coup after."

"Well, yes Radar. You could say that." Hawkeye didn't decide to argue with him. "But our point is, they only got minor amnesia."

"There a cure for it? Your doctors," Radar wondered.

"We're indeed doctors Radar," Hawkeye stated. "But amnesia can wear off on its own. Sometimes it'll take hours. Other times, it might take months."

"Or if they're lucky, they might suffer another head concussion to get their memories back," Trapper shrugged. "In any case, it's nothin' to worry about. So just let them find their memories on their own."

"You think a good idea? Guys?" Radar was still unsure about it.

"Of course it is. I mean look on a lighter note. Since they're both amnesiacs, they have probably forgotten that there's a war goin' on in Korea," Hawkeye told him dryly.

"Guess your right guys," Radar sighed, as he accepted it.

"Of course we're right Radar. We're your role models," Trapper insisted. "Now come on to the Officer's Club with us. We'll buy you a grape nehi."

"It'll be on the house, and it's on us," Hawkeye promised.

"Well, okay," Radar stood. "But just cause casualties aren't due for 'nother six hours or so."

"That's the ticket Radar," Trapper patted him on the back. "I'm sure they'll be okay."

"You know something Trap," Hawkeye brought up something that just came to his mind. "I have to wonder what would happen if Frank Burns was to have gotten amnesia."

"Well Hawk, if Ferret Face got amnesia, then it's likely he'll forget that he's regular army crazy," Trapper said. "And he'd be one of us."

"Yeah," Hawkeye brought up something with him. "But then there's a chance that Frank might become more annoying if he did have amnesia."

"You have a good point there," Trapper agreed with him. "And I don't want to find out."

"Me either. Let's drink so we can forget I ever said it."

"I'll drink to that."

"Here here."

With that, the two captains and company clerk went to the Officer's Club for some drinks, knowing that the casualties won't arrive for another six hours. Radar could only hope that Andrew and Margaret could get over their amnesia problem and that they can get their memories back. It was asking for much, but he could only maintain hope...

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Meanwhile, at that hotel, Andrew and Margaret were wondering what to do now. Just as the captains at the 4077th figured, they did suffer from amnesia, and couldn't remember anything as Andrew and Margaret respectively.

And because of that and the dog tags that they had on, they decided to go by the names Michael and Jessica respectively. And with all the info that they got at HQ, they decided to go along with their new identities. At least unless they get their memories back.

They stood around their hotel room for a few minutes until Andrew finally decided to talk.

"So anyway Jessica, what do you think we should do now?" Andrew asked her.

"Well, it's up to you Michael," Margaret insisted. "I already had that bruise on your forehead treated, so I don't see why we shouldn't go out somewhere for a bit."

"Yeah. That's something that we could do," Andrew said. "But where?"

"Hmmm..." Both of them spent the next minute or so thinking about that.

Suddenly, Andrew came up with an idea. He recalled checking the duffle bag that he was given earlier and saw a football in there, along with some swim trunks and a helmet. Along with that, Margaret checked the duffle bag she had and found those skimpy cheerleading skirts and shirts, two pom-poms, and two hair ties, which he assumed were used to have her hair in pigtails.

Surely it wouldn't hurt for them to have a little fun together, would it?

Besides, they were in Tokyo, so they should decide to make the most of it. And since they couldn't remember anything about what they were like before coming to Tokyo, there was no harm done in doing this. Seeing that he made a decision, he turned to face Margaret and decided to share it with her.

"Hey Jess, I think I know what we can do," Andrew started to share. "And it involves some of the stuff that we have in our duffle bags."

"Mike? What is it?" Margaret looked at him curiously.

"Why don't we go someplace where football could be played? I mean, I have a football and swim trunks," Andrew said with a smirk. "And maybe while I'm playing football, you could stand to the sideline in your cheerleading skirt and shirt, with your pom-poms in both hands as you could cheerlead for me. Whaddaya say, Jessica? Would you be alright with that, beautiful?"

"W-What? You want me to cheerlead for you while you play football," Margaret started blushing. "Gee...I dunno Michael..."

"Oh come on," Andrew huffed. "You were a profession cheerleader during WWII, right?"

"I guess. At least according to what I found out today," Margaret said simply.

"Exactly," Andrew said with a confident grin. "Not only that, but a blonde dame like you would look beautiful in that cheerleading skirt, with those pom-poms in your pretty little hands, and your hair in pigtails. And besides, I'll be playing football with no shirt on, and in my swim trunks. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Uh, I guess so," Margaret stuttered as she felt her blush darkening a bit.

She had no idea how, but there was something about Andrew mentioning seeing him play football in his swim trunks that sounded familiar to her. Sadly, nothing was coming up, as she just shrugged it off.

"Okay. And besides, we're partners Jessica. We have to have done this before. And it's just for fun," Andrew told her assuringly to get her to come along. "Will you do it for me, toots?"

"Well, seeing that you are pretty manly, and I am curious as to seeing you play football," Margaret gave him her decision. "Oh alright, Michael. I'll go with you."

"Great. I can assure you that we'll have a swell time together Jess," Andrew promised. "Now, let's get our things together before we go."

"Right Mike," Margaret nodded as she understood this.

At that moment, their tour guide Aoi came into the hotel room, after knocking of course, in which they allowed her entry. She had something important that had to be told to them.

"Alright, you Americans. There's a jeep waiting outside for you two," she revealed. "It's ready to take you where you want to go. So where would you like to go to?"

Andrew and Margaret exchanged looks, realizing that this could be their chance at finding a place where football could be played.

"Well, actually Aoi, we do have one suggestion," Andrew then asked. "Do you happen to know where in Tokyo we can play football? American football that is?"

Aoi was a bit perplexed about this. She never expected Andrew to wonder where he could play American football. Still, she was just their tour guide, and it was part of the job.

"Well sir, I'll have you know that there are two universities in Tokyo that have established American football as you call it; Waseda and Meiji," Aoi exclaimed.

"We'll go to the one that's closer to us," Andrew told her. "See, I'm gonna try playing some football, and Jessica here is gonna practice her cheerleading for me while I play."

"I see," Aoi decided not to question that. "Very well. That'll do just fine."

"Right," Andrew nodded. "Give us 5 minutes to change into proper clothes, and then we'll be out. Keep the jeep running for us, will you?"

"Okay. Five minutes, and then we leave," Aoi said. "I'll be waiting outside with the jeep."

"We'll see you soon ma'am," Margaret smiled as Aoi took a bow.

With that, Aoi turned around and walked back outside to where the jeep was. Once she was gone, Andrew and Margaret looked at each other and decided to grab their duffle bags just to get changed up.

"Okay Jessica, one of us can get changed up in the hotel room," Andrew insisted. "The other one can get changed up in the bathroom."

"I think I'll go change up in the bathroom Michael," Margaret said. "Mainly because I'm a woman, and I think the bathroom is the perfect place for me to change up."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Andrew nodded. "Okay, you change up in the bathroom, and I'll change up in the hotel room."

"Alright," Margaret walked over to the bathroom door with the duffle bag in her hands as she opened it. "I'll be out in just a minute."

"Don't take too long good-looking," Andrew reminded her as she stepped in. "We got to go to the jeep in five minutes."

"I haven't forgotten handsome," Margaret grabbed the doorknob. "This won't take long."

With that, she closed the bathroom door and got changed up while Andrew unzipped his duffle bag and got himself changed up. They were going to be in for a very exciting experience, as they got ready...

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LATER ON THAT EVENING - AT THE SAME HOTEL:

It was at this point that both Andrew and Margaret finally returned to the hotel after having been out for several hours or so. They had quite a fun day at Waseda University, with Andrew playing football while Margaret did some cheerleading. And after they were done with that place, they did the same thing at Meiji University. Despite being worn out, they were pretty happy with how today went.

Andrew was shown wearing nothing but his boots and swim trunks. That meant that he had been showing off his chest all day today. It was a surprise that no ladies took notice of it. Not that it mattered, since Andrew has no recollection of his memories from before. Therefore, he wouldn't have been disturbed in the slightest, even if it did happen.

By contrast, Margaret was wearing that skimpy cheerleading shirt and skirt, which was blue and white with yellow stripes. In addition to that, she also had those two pom-poms in her hands, which did plenty of shaking today while Andrew played football. Finally, she had her hair pulled back into pigtails with the two hair ties that were in her duffle bag.

Needless to say, she would normally be disgusted by wearing that outfit. But just like Andrew, she had no recollection of her memories, so it wasn't an issue. She wondered what it'd be like if other guys noticed her petite-looking body and tried to flirt with her. It wouldn't make much of a difference since she was with Andrew.

After putting their duffle bags back onto the bed, they closed the door behind them and turned on the light.

"Whew," Andrew wiped his forehead. "Today was quite a day, wasn't it Jessica?"

"I'll say, Michael," Margaret smiled. "You were an outstanding football player. Though I shouldn't be surprised, seeing how virile and masculine you are as a big strong man. You scored 16 touchdowns and 8 plays within the two games you played."

A big strong man? Hmmm...where have I heard that one before? It sounds so familiar to me...

Shaking that thought out, Andrew decided to comment. "Well sure it was great. But so was watching your cheerleading gorgeous. Hearing you cheer me on along with your movement and how beautiful you were when you did that split. It was impressive."

"It was, wasn't it?" Margaret laughed. "I guess I just have it in me. Anyway, it was attractive seeing you play football in nothing but your swim trunks."

"What can I say? I have the manly touch," Andrew chuckled with confidence. "Well Jess, I'm exhausted."

"Me too Mike," Margaret yawned. "I'm just about ready to turn in."

"Allow me to help you out," without warning, Andrew went ahead and scooped up Margaret into his arms, carrying her bridal style.

"W-Wow," Margaret yelped, blushing profusely as she teased. "My, you are a big fella, aren't ya?"

"So they've told me toots," Andrew said playfully with a smirk."You are my soulmate, Jessica. Besides, we are engaged."

"You don't need to remind me about that Michael," Margaret laughed. "Just remember that I'm still a Captain."

"Well, since I'm your C.O, I could get you promoted to Major right now," Andrew laughed heartily. "It would be no trouble at all, you beautiful blonde dame."

"Oh, Mike, your just so flattering," Margaret smirked before she pecked him on the cheek. "You are a lucky hot shot of a man. You know that?"

"I've been told that before," Andrew grinned wildly as he placed Margaret in her bed. "Well, let's turn in for the night."

"Certainly," Margaret sighed as she took off her boots along with Andrew. "I wonder what we'll be doing tomorrow."

"Probably try out some more football and cheerleading somewhere," Andrew told her. "After all, doing it with you makes every moment worth it."

"You can say that again," Margaret agreed as her boots were off.

"By the way, you aren't bothered with sleeping with me, aren't you Jess?"

"Not at all Michael. It's just like you said, we're engaged to be married. So we have to start someplace."

"Wow. For a moment there, I thought it's because you wanted to be embraced by my masculine body."

"That too big shot."

"Jessica? You're making me wild for you."

"Not as much as your making me wild for you, Michael."

Then right on cue, the two got on top of each other in bed and started kissing. They eventually embraced each other moments later. The way they were kissing could easily be compared to that of a couple kissing in the back of a school prom. They had no idea why, but they loved every minute of this.

After several minutes, their lips separated. They didn't want their lips to separate, but they had to since they needed some sleep. They gave each other the lustful look and kept one another close.

"Oh Jessica, that was wonderful," Andrew swooned with a low-tone manly voice. "Kissing you felt familiar to me for some reason."

"You aren't the only one. It seemed familiar to me too," Margaret agreed seductively. "I guess it comes from a gorgeous lady and virile man kissing lip to lip."

"It's like we've gone to the prom for some reason," Andrew smirked.

"I'll say," Margaret rolled her eyes playfully. "Anyway, we should get some sleep."

"Good thinking. Who knows what we'll be doing tomorrow." Andrew got himself tucked in as did Margaret. "You are comfortable, aren't you Jessica?"

"Just as long as you're here, Michael," Margaret said. "Are you comfortable with this?"

"How could I not? I happen to be the luckiest man in Tokyo with a hot-looking lady like you," Andrew told her. "Well, I hope you sleep well, Jess."

"You too Mike," Margaret said sweetly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Andrew grinned as he turned off the light. "Goodnight beautiful."

"Goodnight handsome," Margaret murmured before lying on the pillow and going to sleep.

Andrew did the same thing as the two of them turned in for the night. There was no telling when they would get their memories back, but one would hope that it's soon. They were expected to return to the 4077 any day now, and they had to report back, memory or no memory. Being AWOL in Tokyo wouldn't look good on either of their military records, so something had to be done to get their memories back. And with any amount of luck, it was likely to happen tomorrow. That was a given...

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AT THE HOTEL - 7:38

A new morning has arrived in Tokyo. And in the hotel, it was shown that Andrew was just starting to wake up. Sitting up from his bed, he let out a yawn and stretched his arms out, before slowly opening his eyes and scratching his back. As soon as he started squinting, he noticed one thing; Margaret was no longer in bed with him. She must've woken up before he did. But where could she be?

His question was quickly answered when he heard Margaret whistling in the bathroom. Getting out of bed, he decided to see this for himself. Margaret was looking into a mirror, brushing her hair to neaten it out. She seemed pretty focused with brushing her hair that she had her eyes closed. This gave Andrew a little idea as he was gonna give his girl a surprise.

Margaret kept brushing for several more moments while Andrew walked over with his arms out. Suddenly, Margaret stopped brushing when Andrew wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Hey, good lookin'. what you got cookin'," Andrew sang to her. "How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?"

Immediately afterwards, Andrew started smooching on her neck, which got her to yelp in excitement.

"Oh! Uh, morning Michael," she squeaked with a blush.

"Good morning to you too Jessica," Andrew winked. "How did you sleep?"

"Slept well. And you?"

"I slept pretty well, to be honest," Andrew then made a request. "How's about cooking me some breakfast Jessie? Whaddaya say toots?"

"Well, I'd love to Mike," Margaret was flustered by the request. "B-But I can't cook for us in here."

"Damn. That stinks," Andrew grunted as he separated from the hug. "Then maybe we should get some room service to get us breakfast then."

"That's what the secretary told us," Margaret rubbed her head. "We can get them to deliver our breakfast hotshot."

"Sounds good enough to me gorgeous," Andrew smirked. "I'll have an omelet for breakfast. What do you want Jessica?"

"Oh," Margaret was flattered that Andrew was getting her something for breakfast. "Well, I'll just have some pancakes, with plenty of syrup."

"Good thinking," Andrew said. "Because you are my lady. And your well-being is very important to me, so that's why I was asking."

"I appreciate the offer honey," Margaret told him as she put her brush down. "That'll be great."

"Neat. I'll get room service on the phone right now," Andrew approached the phone. "And then we can find some other place to go to today Jessica."

"Okay," Margaret sighed dreamily. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Alright," Andrew nodded as he picked up the speaker and got a hold of room service.

"Hello? This is room service? What can I do for you, sir?" A voice on the other line queried.

"Uh, yes ma'am. I'd like an omelet for breakfast," Andrew ordered. "And Jessica here would love some pancakes with syrup. If that's not a problem."

"No problem at all," the lady on the other line said. "We'll get it up there shortly. Be there in a few minutes."

"Right. Thank you," Andrew thanked her before putting down the phone. "Okay Jessica, they'll be up with breakfast in a few minutes."

"Okay Michael," Margaret stepped out of the bathroom. "We can wait."

"We sure can," Andrew sighed as he looked at her some more.

Margaret returned the gaze as they spent the next few minutes staring at each other lustfully until their breakfast arrived. And after that, they would likely go someplace else today in Tokyo. From the looks of it, Andrew and Margaret will likely take part in more football and cheerleading respectively, and do it in the same area.

They would make sure to change into a fresh pair of the clothes they wore yesterday, Andrew wearing clean swim trunks while Margaret would wear a clean cheerleading skirt and shirt before they head out today. This was gonna be another fun day for the amnesiac couple, unaware of what was going to happen to them later on in the day...

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AT AN OFFICER'S CLUB - 10:26

After having had some breakfast at the hotel, the amnesiac couple decided to go to an Officer's Club before deciding on something else. For regulation purposes, they were informed to put on their Class A uniforms before stepping into the Officer's Club, so it can be confirmed that they are officers. However, the outfits they were planning to wear when playing football and cheerleading individually was being worn underneath their Class A uniforms, so that was something.

Currently, they were looking around the Officer's Club for something to do. They weren't up to drinking at the moment, so that was out of the question.

"Well Jessica, we're at an Officer's Club," Andrew said. "What do you want us to do?"

"I don't know Michael. You're the man," Margaret insisted. "What do you think we should do?"

"Hmmm..." Andrew did some thinking until his attention was turned to a table where a couple of men were talking.

Two of them were 1st lieutenants and the third one was a captain. The lieutenants had brown and blonde hair respectively, while the captain had red hair. They were pretty muscular, and also had a couple of tattoos on their arms, mainly bazookas and Sherman tanks and such. They were covered by the Class A uniforms that they were wearing as well. They weren't so much as drinking as they were just talking about manly things.

"Huh? I wonder what those guys are doing?" Andrew wondered curiously.

"There's only one way to find out," Margaret smiled. "Let's talk with them, Mike."

"Sure thing Jess," Andrew gave her a grin before the two of them approached the trio of men.

The captain was heard laughing at what the two lieutenants just said. "Wow. That was pretty interesting. Glad to hear about that touchdown."

"You said it, Joe," one of the lieutenants called the captain. "Didn't you hear about the Army-Navy game the other day?"

"Yeah Mark," the other lieutenant said to the first one. "It's a shame that the navy won for the third time in a row."

"That's true. But that's nothing to complain about Marcus and Jacob," Joe told them. "Next year, the army will take the win from the navy."

"Otherwise, the army will be at war with the navy," Mark said dryly.

"And that wouldn't be good since we already have the Korean War to deal with," Jacob snorted. "You know, the one that involves the communists?"

"Don't think I forgot for a second," Joseph snorted a chuckle. "It's all over the news."

The three men laughed some more for a few more minutes until Andrew caught their attention.

"Excuse me, guys," Andrew said. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Huh," Joseph turned around and saw Andrew. "Well look here guys, someone new. And what would your name be?"

"The name is Michael," Andrew introduced. "And I was wondering what you guys were discussing."

"Well, not that it's anything important, but if you must know, we were talking football, and that Army-Navy game that took place," Joseph snorted. "Oh, by the way. I'm Joseph."

"I'm Jacob," Jake introduced.

"And I'm Marcus," Mark spoke up. "Pleasure to meet you, Michael."

"Yeah. Same to you guys," Andrew said casually.

Joseph was about to say something else until his gaze fell onto Margaret, in which she caught his interest. "Whoa. Who is that good-looking lady with you?"

"Hubba hubba," Jacob let out a wolf whistle. "She's hot."

"She's also cute," Marcus let out a catcall. "What would your name be, gorgeous?"

"Oh, well," Margaret blushed out of flattery. "My name happens to be Jessica."

"And I should let you guys know that she's my girl," Andrew warned them. "We're also engaged, so don't try anything."

"Whoa. Take it easy Mike," Joseph had his hands up defensively. "Sorry for trying to fling with your beautiful fiancee. We had no idea. Right guys?"

"Right," Jacob and Marcus said in unison. "Congratulations you two."

"Thank you, guys. We appreciate that." Andrew thanked them. "Isn't that right Jessica?"

"We sure do Michael," Margaret stated.

"So anyway Joseph," Andrew changed the subject. "We were wondering if you guys know of any other place where football could be played? I'm gonna play football, and Jessie here will be cheerleading for me if that makes sense."

"Oh, well that's rather interesting Michael," Joseph grinned as he stood up. "'Actually', there is a university that allows anyone to play football, especially around this time of year."

"Really," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "It's not Waseda or Meiji, is it? Because we've already been there."

"Nah, stranger. It ain't either of those two universities," Joseph shook his head. "It happens to be Rikkyo."

"It's not far from this Officer's Club, just so you know," Jacob added.

"Thanks, guys. That sounds like a good idea," Andrew turned to Margaret and they were about to leave when Joseph stopped them.

"Hold it there. Who says you have to play football alone," he suggested. "Why don't we come with you two. After all, it's better to play football with other men."

"Yeah. All three of us were on football teams in college," Marcus said with a grin. "And since we're on break, we would like to play some football again for old time's sake."

"And besides, I have never seen your face around here before Michael," Jacob commented. "I would love to see how good you are as a football player, as do the rest of us."

"So would it be alright if we tag along?" Joseph asked.

"Well, I could use someone else to play with this time, and it should be more men," Andrew gave them a smirk. "Okay, you guys can come."

"Swell choice there Mike. You won't regret this," Joseph gave him a manly pat on the back, which didn't make him flinch. "By the way, we can show you where Rikkyo University is located."

"Joe happens to know his way around these parts," Mark stated. "He's stayed in Tokyo before."

"And maybe we can catch a glimpse at your little lady cheerleading on the sideline," Jacob smirked. "Such a good-looking blonde dame shouldn't have to miss out on watching some grown men play football."

"That sounds about right. Okay, let's go," Andrew said as the five of them left the officer's club. "By the way, you three don't mind if I play football in nothing but my boots and swim trunks, don't you?"

"Not at all Michael," Joe didn't seem bothered by it. "It'll just show us how much of a man you are. Right guys?"

"Right Joe," both lieutenants nodded simultaneously.

Nothing else was said as they left the Officer's Club and headed straight for Rikkyo University so the men could play football together while Margaret cheerleads for them. Aoi was going to drive them there, and they were gonna have some fun. Andrew and Margaret were unaware of what they'll be in for soon enough at that particular university...

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AT THE RIKKYO UNIVERSITY FOOTBALL FIELD - 11:26

After some traveling, the group made it to the university that the 3 men were referring to. They were no longer wearing their Class A uniforms since they weren't needed. Andrew was wearing a similar pair of swim trunks when playing football yesterday, while Margaret was wearing an identical cheerleading shirt and skirt like she did yesterday, complete with the pigtails.

As far as Joseph, Marcus, and Jacob were concerned, they were wearing undershirts, shorts, and football cleats. They were also wearing helmets for protection, as was Andrew. The tour guide Aoi had to leave them there temporarily to have access to a phone for when the flight for Andrew and Margaret was ready to take them back to Korea and the M*A*S*H 4077.

Currently, the men were playing football while Margaret was on the sideline cheering for Andrew while doing that cheerleading routine that she was convinced to be good at.

"There we go, Mike! There you go! Come on Michael, you can do it! You can do it!" Margaret hollered as she saw Andrew tackle the men he was up against before scoring another touchdown. "Yes! YES! NICE JOB MICHAEL! ANOTHER TOUCHDOWN! YOU DID IT YOU HANDSOME DREAMBOAT!"

"Yeah! I sure did, didn't I!?" Andrew chuckled in a slightly haughty manner. "Well guys, looks like I won again."

"Damn. You are good at playing football Michael," Joseph huffed as he got back up onto his feet. "You've scored 8 touchdowns and 6 tackles in 7 seven games in a row since we started."

"That would mean he's gotten 56 touchdowns and 42 tackles out of us since we started playing football," Marcus panted. "You might be better than we are."

"Well guys, it comes with being a natural at this sort of thing," Andrew laughed heartily. "I am a professional football player."

"You sure convinced us of that," Jacob groaned as he and Marcus got up. "And to think that it was because of how manly your chest is."

"Not to mention the muscles on your arms," Joseph pointed.

"Yeah. I am a strong man," Andrew admitted. "So whaddya say? Do you want to play another one?"

"Mike, I think you could use a break. You've worked hard at beating us at football, you deserve it," Joseph insisted.

"We can continue playing football while you cool yourself off for a bit," Marcus told him.

"And that way we won't get anymore bruises on our chest if you take a breather," Jacob whispered grumpily under his breath.

"Well, you guys are right. No need for me to have all the fun to myself," Andrew declared. "You guys play without me. I'm gonna check with my fiancee Jessica."

"Yeah, you go do that," Joseph insisted before looking at his pals. "Ready for another game you two?"

"Ready when you are," they chimed in unison again.

While they got ready to play another game, Andrew scurried back over to Margaret, who decided to take a break from cheerleading. When he got right in front of her, he decided to ask her a question.

"So Jess, what did you think," Andrew queried as he took off his helmet. "Wasn't I amazing out there?"

"You sure were Mike," Margaret gushed. "You were all man out there. Those three men are nothing compared to you. You're masculine and strong. I wouldn't be surprised if you were a warrior."

"Yeah. You got me there," Andrew laughed. "You were pretty good yourself good looking. The way you cheered me on, and how you did those motions with your arms and legs with those pom-poms, I was impressed. Makes me glad that you are my partner toots."

"It makes me glad to know that we're partners too, dreamboat." Margaret agreed while showing off those pretty white teeth of hers.

"Oh Jessie, just looking at your outfit and pretty little face is driving me crazy," Andrew swooned.

"I'm about to bite on your pectorals Mike," Margaret said seductively. "I'm on fire handsome."

"Me too beautiful," Andrew admitted as their faces approached the other. "Wanna give me some sugar Jessica, or should I give you some sugar first."

"Oh Michael, give me some sugar," Margaret begged with a pleasurable moan.

"I love you gorgeous."

"I love you too hotshot."

Without any warning, the two of them started kissing like crazy while embracing each other. Just like last night, they were kissing like a prom couple, making the most of it. They were 'clearly' tied up together to pay attention to anything else that was going on around them, especially since their eyes were closed and their lips were locked.

There were a couple of things that came into their minds that seemed familiar, such as the way they were kissing, as well as the scent they were getting from the other. Sadly, they still couldn't remember what they were like as Andrew and Margaret.

But that wouldn't last for much longer, for on the football field, Joseph managed to throw a long one with the football, resulting in Jacob and Marcus running out to try and catch the football, which was hurtling through the air. Eventually, it was Marcus who caught it.

"I caught it, Joe! I caught it!" Marcus hollered to him.

Unfortunately, due to how fast they were running, they were unable to come to a stop, as they kept on moving away. Joseph got a good look at this and noticed that Mark and Jake were about to careen right into Andrew and Margaret, who were still kissing like a high school couple. Knowing that they'll get themselves a serious head concussion if they aren't warned about it, Joseph had to clear his throat and yell out for them.

"MICHAEL! JESSICA! LOOK OUT!" Joseph bellowed for them.

But they were unable to even look towards them when they felt Mark and Jake ram right into them by accident, delivering a good blow to their heads. The impact of the tackles was enough to get them to fall right onto their backs.

The last thing they could remember was that their vision was blurring up as Joseph rushed over while Jacob and Marcus were looking down towards them in concern.

By the time Joseph made it, he was too late. Andrew and Margaret closed their eyes.

And then, everything blackout for the two of them...

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LATER - IN A LOCKER ROOM IN RIKKYO UNIVERSITY:

Eventually, Andrew and Margaret found themselves groaning and slowly opening their eyes while the three men looked over them, noticing that they were waking up.

"Hey Joe, I think they're waking up," Mark said.

"They're gonna be okay, right?" Jacob wondered.

"Yeah Jake, they only got a slight head concussion," Joseph informed him. "They'll be fine."

As Jacob and Marcus nodded, Andrew and Margaret slowly sat up with their hands on their heads as they moaned.

"Oooooh..." Andrew moaned. "Wuh...what happened...?"

"Yeah..." Margaret groaned. "I feel like I have a headache..."

"You two were kissing mouth to mouth when Jacob and Marcus here tackled you two by accident," Joseph explained. "The impact gave the both of you head concussion, but you should be fine."

"Huh?" Andrew was confused, as was Margaret. "What are you talking about? Where are we anyway?"

"You two are at the Rikkyo University. Don't you remember?" Joseph brought up. "You and Jessica wanted us to take you here so Jessica could cheerlead while you play some football with us, Michael."

"What? Michael? No. No. No. My name isn't Michael," Andrew revealed. "My name is Andrew Peterson."

"And my name isn't Jessica," Margaret spoke up. "It's Margaret Houlihan."

"And we're both Majors stationed at the M*A*S*H 4077, located near the village of Uijeongbu in South Korea," Andrew explained. "We were staying in Tokyo for some R&R, so that's why we're here."

"Wait a minute, you guys aren't Michael or Jessica," Marcus asked, sounding confused and disappointed.

"No," Andrew said bluntly. "If you're wondering about those names, they came from the dog tags that we got by mistake."

"Mistake?" Joseph raised an eyebrow.

"It seems that the army had made a little mistake and because of a mix-up, we got the wrong dog tags and duffle bags," Margaret elaborated. "So our names aren't Michael Brownson or Jessica Belle, just to clear the air."

"So the army made a mistake. No surprise there," Jacob snorted. "No wonder the army lost to the navy at that football game, because of mix-ups like this, when they aren't of any help."

"Don't remind us Jake," Joseph issued before facing Andrew and Margaret again. "So you aren't what you said you were before?"

"I don't remember what I said to you guys before, nor do I even recognize you," Andrew told them honestly. "Why would I want to come here to play football anyway?"

After several moments of examining the room, Andrew looked down and saw that his chest was exposed and he was only wearing swim trunks.

"A-And why am I not wearing a shirt, and in only swim trunks?!" Andrew squealed as he blushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that too Andrew," Margaret admired his chest, which only lasted for a second when she saw what she was wearing, which got her to react. "AAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Whoa, miss. Settle down." Joseph tried to get her to calm down.

"WHY AM I DRESSED UP LIKE A HUSSY CHEERLEADER!?" It wasn't long before Margaret glared in fury at the three men for assuming what they did to her. "YOU PERVERTS! CREEPS! YOU ANIMALS!"

"Take it easy!" Joseph had his hands up as did Jake and Mark.

"You think it's funny trying to treat a grown woman as a sex object or a sideshow attraction," Margaret sneered. "Having me dress like some hussy for whatever obscene pervertic desires you creeps had in mind!? That has to be the most vulgar base thing I've seen!"

"Yeah! What's the big idea of treating my fiancee like some sex object," Andrew defended her. "I prefer it if she's treated as my equal and not a sex object for your sick jokes."

"Listen, Andrew, we had no desires of using your girl as a sex toy," Joseph defended.

"Really? Because this couldn't have happened on its own," Andrew growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Margaret and I only remember what we remember as Margaret and Andrew."

"Wait a minute, if you two are different from how you acted before, hmm..." Joseph had a hunch that he knew what was wrong with them. "What was the last thing you two remember?"

"Well, if you must know, the last thing I remember was that Margaret and I were in our hotel room and I was planning on getting us some booze to drink," Andrew recapped, rubbing his chin. "And next thing I know, I bumped my head on a shelf, and then I was unconscious."

"And as for me, I was getting a first aid kit for Andrew's bruise on his forehead," Margaret stated. "And then somehow, I hit my head on a shelf, which resulted in me falling unconscious as well."

"In other words, you two had amnesia," Joseph stated. "You couldn't remember who you were, so you accepted the identities that was Michael and Jessica, thus explaining why you two are different than what you were before that head concussion."

"Well, I guess that would explain it," Andrew understood. "We can't be too angry with you guys since we weren't thinking straight and we were suffering from amnesia. Right, Margaret?"

"Yes Andrew," Margaret nodded. "But if you men try to do anything to me for your pervertic desires, your butts are gonna be tattoos with the imprints of my boot on them. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am. We understand, right guys," Joseph said as he looked towards his two pals.

"Right Joe." Mark and Jake nodded as nothing else was said since Andrew and Margaret were still trying to piece things together.

The moment came to an end when the tour guide Aoi came into the locker room and found them sitting on a bench.

"Ah, there you are, you two Americans," she got their attention, disregarding the three men in the locker. "Listen, the airport called. Your flight is ready, and you have to get to the airport to board it and head back to Korea."

"Oh, Aoi. Good," Andrew said, shaking his head. "I'm Andrew, and she's Margaret. We had a little amnesia problem, so that's why we acted the way we did."

"That would explain it," Aoi murmured. "Anyway, I've come to bring you two to the airport."

"I understand. We've had enough R&R in Tokyo anyway. So we might as well head back to the 4077th," Andrew sighed.

"Before we do ma'am, can we please go back to the hotel to pack up the rest of our stuff?" Margaret requested.

"Very well. We'll head to the hotel first. Then to the airport," Aoi remarked.

"Yes. We can get out of these clothes that aren't ours, and into our Class A uniforms," Andrew stood up along with Margaret. "And while you're at it Aoi, would you mind telling us what Margaret and I did yesterday?"

"I agree with Andrew, I would like to know how we acted too," Margaret agreed.

"Alright then, I'll tell you everything I know about it while I drive the jeep," Aoi motioned them to follow her out of the locker room, which they did.

As soon as they left the locker room, the three men were unable to say anything at what just transpired. What they thought was a genuine football game only happened because of a case of amnesia and being unable to remember anything about themselves. They had no other comments on it, as they decided to take their leave from the university...

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MEANWHILE - AT THE M*A*S*H 4077:

The phone was starting to go off in Radar's office. This got Radar's attention as he had just entered his office again. Putting the box he was holding down, he approached the phone and then he accepted the call that was coming in.

"Hello? 4077 M*A*S*H. Corporal O'Reilly speaking," Radar spoke into the phone. "What can I do for you?"

Radar found out that the call was coming in from Tokyo, and what he was being told caught his full attention.

"Huh? Come again? Are you sure? Majors Peterson and Houlihan are alright," Radar said. "They what? Had amnesia? Really? That's what Captains Pierce and McIntyre said. Yes, I'm sure. They told me for themselves! Yeah? What? They're due back at 1500 hours? In Korea? So they're taking a plane to Kimpo down in Seoul? Okay. Okay. Thanks so much. That helps. Really."

Radar listened to the call for a couple more minutes before deciding that the call had to be brought to an end.

"Right. Be sure to keep that in mind. Yes ma'am. Uh-huh," Radar was wrapping up the call. "'Kay. Yes, I'll make sure they're back safely. Yes, I pick 'em up from Seoul. Yes. Yeah. Right. Well, see them soon I'm sure. Yeah. Gotta go too. Okay. Thanks and take care. Right. Bye."

With that, Radar hung up and brought the call to an end. Once he put the speaker back down, he wiped his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that Andrew and Margaret were suffering from amnesia after all, and the head concussion that they got resulted in them getting their memories back. At the moment, the two Majors were expected to take a flight at the Tokyo airport, which would escort them to Kimpo down in Seoul, and their R&R was just about up. He couldn't be more relieved than he is right now.

Glad that's over. Sure was worried about them. Radar thought. Hawkeye and Trapper should know of this. Especially since they 'sumed they had amnesa in the first place. Better go tell them.

Standing up from his chair, Radar disregarded the box that he brought into the office for the moment. He headed towards the door and headed for the area that the two Captains were at currently. He was then heard yelling for them at the announcement that he had for them.

"Hawkeye!? Trapper?! I've got news for you!" Radar was heard yelling. "Guess what's been found out on the phone, from the call from Tokyo, and who's comin' back!"

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AT THE AIRPORT IN TOKYO - 13:34

It was at this point where Andrew and Margaret were now at the airport as they were expected to head. They were no longer wearing those outfits that weren't theirs, and they were in their Class A uniforms like they should be. In addition, Margaret was wearing her hair straight as she was wearing the same cap that Andrew was wearing on her head. Lastly, Andrew had the radio that he bought the other day with him, as he was planning on bringing it back to the 4077th.

Just some time ago, the two of them were informed by their tour guide on how they acted yesterday when they were suffering from amnesia. They were sitting on the bench, waiting for their flight to be called out so they could board on to it, while thinking things over.

"I can't believe I acted like a professional football player," Andrew muttered, shaking his head.

"I can't believe I acted like I was a professional cheerleader, dressing like a hussy and everything," Margaret said with a bitter and disgusted tone. "I've never been so disgusted in all my life."

"I know how you feel dear," Andrew sympathized with her. "I felt embarrassed too when I saw that I wasn't wearing a shirt to cover my chest."

"Yeah, but what irritates me the most is that I acted like a bimbo," Margaret grumbled. "I'm a regular army nurse who desires military discipline. Not a hussy bimbo who does cheerleading for obscene pleasures."

"I get that, and being a regular army nurse is what makes you 'you'," Andrew admitted before moaning. "I just don't see myself as being a professional football player at all."

"Not the way I see it, darling," Margaret gave him a smirk. "From what I've seen of you, you have the body, figure, and muscles to be a real professional football player whenever you want to."

"Well, I don't see myself as such," Andrew told her modestly. "Regardless of my healthy and fit body, I don't think I'd have what it takes to be an expert football player."

"Now Andrew I want to tell you something. To me, you are my professional football player," Margaret assured him.

"You have a point, Margaret. Anything could happen," Andrew said calmly. "And to me, you are my professional cheerleader."

"Yeah. Your right too, Andrew," Margaret sighed. "Just don't tell anyone from the 4077 about this. I don't want every last pervert crowding me about it. Understood?"

"Yeah, I understand. And I won't tell anyone at the 4077 about what we did in our amnesiac state," Andrew promised her.

"Thank you, darling," Margaret smiled gratefully. "I can always count on you."

"Your very welcome dear," Andrew grinned. "And it's my pleasure."

The two of them said nothing as they spent the next couple of minutes sitting on that bench together. They were also sitting very close to each other and Margaret had her left hand resting on top of Andrew's right hand, which he felt a lot of comfort from, and he enjoyed it as a result.

At that moment, a female black-haired flight attendant approached the front desk where a microphone was while carrying two duffle bags and dog tags, and she turned on the microphone and spoke into it.

"ATTENTION! WILL MAJOR ANDREW PETERSON AND MAJOR MARGARET HOULIHAN PLEASE APPROACH THE FRONT DESK AT ONCE!" She announced. "AND PLEASE BRING YOUR DUFFLE BAGS AND DOG TAGS WITH YOU!"

Andrew and Margaret exchanged curious looks before they stood up and approached the front desk with the duffle bags and dog tags in their hands, while Andrew had that radio in his spare hand.

"Please put the duffle bags and dog tags on the left side of the front desk," the flight attendant instructed.

The two Majors did just that as they walked over to the left side of the desk before walking back over to the right side of the front desk where the flight attendant was standing. Making sure that they did what she asked them to do, she then brought up two other duffle bags and two other dog tags that were being given to them.

"Majors, it would seem that the army made a mistake and had a little mixup in regards to your duffle bags and dog tags that you were expecting while on R&R," the flight attendant revealed as she gave them their actual duffle bags and dog tags. "You two got the wrong ones by mistake. These happen to be your dog tags and your duffle bags. We humbly apologize for the mixup and the inconvenience that came out of this situation you two."

"Yeah, it's alright ma'am," Andrew said in an understanding manner as he put the radio into his rightful duffle bag. "It's not the first time it's happened, so it's not a problem for us."

"We understand that the army can't do everything right ma'am," Margaret agreed. "So this is no issue to either of us."

"Thank you for your corporation you two," the flight attendant thanked them.

"Anytime," Andrew stated. "In any case, I'm glad that I got my duffle bag and my dog tag back."

"Same here," Margaret remarked.

"By the way you two, your flight is all ready for you to take off in," the flight attendant revealed. "We had to pend your flight after we got a message from the army about the mistake made with your dog tags and duffle bags. In other words, the flight was postponed until the mistake the army made with you two was resolved. We hope you understand that."

"It's perfectly alright with us ma'am," Andrew told her. "We got to make sure we get our rightful stuff back first."

"I have to agree with that," Margaret spoke up.

"Very good," the flight attendant smile. "If you two may follow me please? I'll be escorting you onto your flight, and help the both of you on your way back to Korea. Got it?"

"Got it, ma'am," Andrew nodded before turning to face Margaret. "Come on Margaret. We better get on our plane."

"Right behind you Andrew," Margaret said as the two of them followed the flight attendant to their flight.

They were shown carrying their duffle bags on their backs and their dog tags around their necks as if they were a necklace.

"You know something? I'm glad that our R&R has come to an end, my dear," Andrew told her.

"I feel the same way, my darling," Margaret agreed with him.

And so the two Major got on board the plane they were riding on, which was planning on taking off and heading straight for Kimpo down in Seoul. Truth be told, they were glad to be heading back to the M*A*S*H 4077, and they 'personally' felt that they've had enough excitement for one month, what with their amnesia and thinking they were two different people.

Regardless of that, they could put the foolishness that they put themselves into behind them and not mention what they did to anyone at the 4077th. They could only hope that nothing like this would ever happen to them again, even when they're on R&R. They did not want to relive that experience. That was a given...

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END OF CHAPTER 50...

Whew! You guys have no idea how long it took for me to finish writing this chapter! It took me three to four days to finally put an end to this chapter, but I did it. I had to make it look as good as I wanted it, to my complete satisfaction. I hope you understand, and I hope you attempted to enjoy this chapter.

Now, there is something I should inform all of you about regarding this chapter. This chapter is considered a deconstructive parody of the sexist overtone that plagued the 1950s, and how it was seen as acceptable in that period (ex. a man being seen as superior to a woman, a woman being seen as a housemaid to the man, etc, etc.), instead of being seen as equal. Andrew and Margaret wouldn't act like that trait under normal circumstances for sure. So getting the wrong dog tags combined with their amnesiac state and finding out more about people that the dog tags belong to make this concept work. They wouldn't act like that, but supposedly Michael and Jessica would. And this chapter gives some implications as to how those two would act if they were to have had appeared in person.

One last thing, this chapter was characterized by the number of main characters that appeared, excluding Klinger and Father Mulcahy. As I said before Henry Blake is absent, Frank Burns is only mentioned once, Hawkeye and Trapper only appear in one scene, and Radar appears in two scenes. Mainly, this chapter focuses solely on Andrew and Margaret and takes place in Tokyo. I hope this makes sense.

Anyway, as for what the next chapter is gonna be about, it'll have something to do with delivering a baby, or something like that, in OR, mainly since something occurs at the 4077. I haven't grasped a good concept for it, nor did I come up with how it'll flow out, but I'll take some time to think about something. So if you are wondering how the chapter will go, you'll have to find out next time readers.

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