While in the air, John began remembering bits pieces of his former life. He knew the orange dragon's name was Garff and that they were best friends. He knew the young man in his arms was like a son to him and a hero.

John called the hospital and told them to be ready for a patient with a head injury and where to meet them. As the trio flew closer to the hospital, John told Toothless on the helicopter pad. Toothless obliged and let out a roar as he went in for the landing.

A small team was standing by with a stretcher, ready to accept their patient. They backed away in surprise when a dragon landed in front of them. None dared to get close. John didn't seem bothered by this. He just casually got off of Toothless and carried Harry over to them.

"His name is Harry Carp, 20 years old, suffers from tonic clonic seizures," John listed off. "He fell during the earthquake and hit his head. I stopped to the bleeding and bandaged him up. I fear something else might be wrong. He'll need a CT scan, X-Rays, the whole nine yards."

The small teamed quickly wheeled Harry into the hospital to begin treating him. John motioned for Toothless to stay and ran after them.

Ariel cautiously walked over to the blue dragon, who just stared at her, letting out small squawks. As she got closer, Ariel felt as if she knew this dragon on a personal level. The two of them were great friends. She started to have memories of flying through the sky, fighting bad guys.

Once the young blonde was inches from the dragon, she held out her hand and closed her eyes. The dragon sniffed her hand for a second before placing her snout in the woman's palm. Ariel looked at the dragon as all the memories came flooding back. "Stormfly. Hey, girl," Ariel beamed.

Stormfly stepped away, ruffling her wings and squawking loudly. The orange dragon came over and looked at the two curiously. Ariel looked at the orange one. "Hey, Garff. Don't worry, we'll get you to Jorn. Well, he goes by John now. But first, we have to go to help the others. Their dragons have probably already found them and they don't know what to do. Frank might, but he's a scaredy cat."

Ariel mounted Stormfly with ease and took to the air, Garff following behind them.

John sat in a waiting room, watching the news while waiting for information on Harry. The earthquake was felt all over the world as the dragons burst through from beneath the oceans and volcanoes. No action from any military has been taken yet since the dragons are not attacking. Thousands of people have been seen "bonding" with the dragons before climbing on to them and flying through the air.

The various militaries are urging people to stay indoors and to not engage the dragons. John laughed at this. The people can't help it. They are feeling a connection with the dragons. Instinct is taking over. Plain and simple.

John figured there were probably enough dragons for every single person to have one. He didn't put too much thought into it since Harry was more important. He had offered his services, but since he was from a different country, he couldn't work in the hospital, unless he went through the proper channels. Those channels were completely different from getting his own doctor's office.

He simply had to wait. He had gotten Harry's cellphone and other personal belongings before they carted him off to run tests. He used the phone to call the kid's mom and told her what had happened and what hospital they were at. She, unfortunately, couldn't be here since she was currently in DC. The doctor promised to keep her informed.

After a while, John decided to go get a cup of coffee. As he was getting up, a younger looking doctor walked in. "Harry Carp?"

"Yeah, I'm his doctor," John answered. "I originally treated his head wound."

"Does he have anyone else here?" the other doctor asked.

"Not yet. They'll be here as soon as they can," John replied. "Just tell me how he is and I'll tell them. His mom is in DC and very worried."

"Well, then," the doctor sighed. "He has a grade 3 concussion and a hairline fracture to the base of the skull where the head wound is. We put on clean bandaging as the ones you had put on him had been soaked through. He's lucky you got him here when you did."

"Is he awake?" John asked.

"He's in and out. If you want, I'll have a nurse show you to his room," the doctor offered. "I want to keep him here for a couple of nights to monitor him."

"That's fine, I'll wait here," John agreed. "Better safe than sorry."

"A nurse should be here in a few minutes," the doctor said. "Just hang tight."

Harry felt himself drifting between two worlds. One where he is in a hospital, being treated for a head injury. The other where he was Hiccup, going on adventures, flying a Night Fury named Toothless and discovering new places. He preferred the second world.

John stood in the doorway for a second and watched as the young man slept. They had him hooked up to a heart monitor and on IV fluids. His head was re-bandaged, just as the other doctor said he was. He walked in and sat down in a nearby chair, pulling out his own phone. He had saved Harry's mom's number to his own phone. He pressed her contact and called her.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

"Hello," A familiar voice answered.

"Hi, Mrs. Carp. It's John Strange. We talked earlier," John greeted.

"Yes. I remember you, Dr. Strange," Mrs. Carp replied. "Please, call me Valerie. How is my son?"

"He's doing fine, Valerie, all things considered," John answered. "He has a grade 3 concussion and a hairline fracture to go with the head wound. The hospital is going to keep him over for a couple days to monitor him."

"Is he awake?" Valerie asked.

"Not right now. He probably will be soon, though," John replied. "They say he's been in and out. I can call you again when he does wake up though. If you want, that is?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there soon. I got a last-minute last flight," Valerie explained. "I should be there in no time at all. It's a really fast flight."

John smirked. Valerie's dragon had found her and was bringing her to see her son. "Well, just remember we're at Bay Medical, second floor. Room 213."

"See you soon," Valerie said and hung up.

Ariel helped her friends bond with their respective dragons. All of them had similar reactions as their minds were flooded with memories from the past selves. After everyone was reunited, the gang headed for the hospital to check on Harry.

As they flew through the air, Simon posed an interesting question. "What do we call each other now? Am I Simon, or Snotlout?"

"You're Simon," Ariel answered. "Snotlout died a thousand years ago, give or take. So did the rest of those guys."

"Are we going to start acting like them?" Tommy asked.

"Well we kind of already do if you think about it," Frank stated, thoughtfully. "Look at us; we're all still together. That in itself is a true testament to how strong our friendship is. Aside from a few physical differences, we're still the same. Ariel is a strong, level headed, combat trained woman. Simon, you're still the buff guy, who thinks he's a ladies man."

"Hey!" Simon protested.

Frank ignored him and continued. "Tommy and Rhea, well, let's just say your actions speak for themselves. And Harry is a genius when it comes to building new gadgets. He also has the same problems as his past self, missing a leg and suffering from seizures."

The gang flew in silence the rest of the way to the hospital, all of them thinking about their newfound memories.

A/N: Originally bete read by DraconicBeing2.0. Thanks for reading. Don't forget to favorite, follow and review. The higher the demand the faster I pump out the chapters and get the story rolling