The large blizzard continued to rattle the window pains of the lodging house. Spot and Pieboy sat comfortably wrapped in piles of blankets slurping their delicious soup.
"We was wonderin' where you boys were," Spot said to Race, Blink, and Mush as they sat down on the palette of brightly drawn out blankets that covered the floor.
"Yeah, well" Blink began to say, but he was cut off by a punch to the stomach by Racetrack. Anne gave Race a look of gratitude, because she truly wished to introduce her baby brother on her own.
Tommy took a seat down beside them on the floor. Spot stared at him with great fascination as Anne began to explain, " Spot, this is me baby brother, Tommy."
Anne let out a gasp for air as Spot hugged her tightly, "Spot, I...can't.... breath." Tommy giggled at his sister's strained face.
"Oh, sorry," Spot muttered with embarrassment as he pulled away, "I jist can't believe you found him."
"Yeah, I know. Ya shoulda seen da looks we got as I practically hugged him to death when I found him in da alleyway dis afternoon."
"I think dat I can probably imagine it," he paused, "Man! I can definitely see a resemblance between you two. I mean.... dose eyes are a perfect match."
Anne laughed, "Yeah, but who knows where you got dat mop a yours from." She smiled to Tommy and ruffled his hair.
Tommy looked at her strangely, "Don't you remember, Amy? Papa had dark hair."
"Well, Tommy. You probably don't know dis, but somehow I ended up in an alleyway and Mush here saved me," she paused to point at Mush, "I couldn't remember anything about my past."
"Nothing?! NO Amy! You've gotta remember. You've just got to remember! : Mama's singing us to sleep in the big red chair by the window over looking the fields, or our cows, Daisy and Buttercup, that we used to have to milk every morning at dawn, or Papa taking us out to the back yard and teaching us to play baseball and you how to be a pitcher, or Reverend Fitzgerald taking us on those weekend fishing trips to the lake outside of town, or Grandma letting us watch her Friday night bridge games and her serving us that ice cold lemonade and her famous fudge brownie squares, or..."
"No!!!!" Anne yelled violently, tears rushing down her face, "I don't remember Mum or Papa or the Reverend or Grandma! I don't remember any of it!" She got up quickly and ran up the stairs to the chilly bunkroom.