*stares down at Jet* Uh, is he ok?



~Virginia: oh, I accidently made him fall, with my attacks.~



*looks at Virginia, frowning* WHAT!? Argh... *takes a revive fruit (that looks slightly like a tomato) and feeds it to Jet, who instantly gets up and glares at Virginia* ok, now, uh, um, I'm going to write now...



^Jet: grr...^



Disclaimer: ^Jet: I haven't gotten to do one of her disclaimers that is actually a disclaimer yet, so, she doesn't own it.^



Oh, and "this is talking of course", 'this is thoughts and Phil and Geraldine', ~***~uh, this thing means point of view changed, ^()()()^ means scene (with the same POV) switch, and (this is either me talking [if it has a/n in it] or side thoughts that the character is having).







I sat, staring blankly at the equally blank tv screen. It's been like that for a while now. Ever since... she disappeared. Yeah, I've been doing this for 6 years, every night after I got home, every time I would wake up. It was really starting to annoy my friends, but I didn't care. Ever since she disappeared, I haven't been social. Kind of weird for me, the optimist, and one who likes everybody I meet. But I felt empty; no one really understood. They kept telling me to get over it, and that I should go on and live my life, get remarried, stuff like that. But I don't think that's it's right to get remarried when you think that your real wife is still out there, waiting to be found. I was too scared to go out and look for her because I was afraid that I might find news that someone had seen a blonde woman that matched the picture I have 6 years ago get murdered by someone.



I sighed sadly, and looked up at my ceiling, still thinking about her. Then, I heard a shuffling of paper rubbing across carpet. I looked to my door, to see a small white envelope in front of the large brown door. I sighed, stood up, and walked over to the envelope. I picked it up, and examined it, noticing the strangely strong annoying perfume smell coming from it (it was a perfume I have only smelled at the mall, and it chokes me when I smell it because it's REALLY strong smelling). I used my finger to rip it open, and pulled the letter out, making the envelope fall to the floor. My eyes widened.



"Dear Arnold,

Hello! It's been an ever so long time, hasn't it? I just thought since you have absolutely no one to be with lately, maybe I could visit you, to cheer you up? Wouldn't you like that ever so much? I know I would. I'm sure you know who I am by know, 'cause how many women do you know that say 'ever so' as much as I do? Heh, heh, I'm oh so sure that you will accept this. Will you not? Please contact me at this email address: lilmizperfect2009@kewl.com. I hope ever so much that you will respond!

Love forever,

*Lila.* "



I growled at the annoying letter, crumpled it up, and threw it into the garbage can. That was the 50th thing she had sent me this month! The whole year, she has sent me about... hmm... 229 things! And counting the other 5 years, it's been about... 1003 things she's sent me! 'I believe you've lost count somewhere in there, 'cause I believe you missed a month.' I stumbled into my garbage can as I began walking, then I sat up abruptly. "PHIL?!" I asked frantically, my eyes wide. I felt my head, and blinked. No fever, but... Phil disappeared when Helga did! 'Yes, I did in fact leave when Helga and Geraldine were declared dead, because I felt like my memory of anything you've ever done with Helga had been ripped out and thrown in the dirt. But not too long ago, it's like it found it's way back, and do you know what that means?' My eyes were wide, and the sides of my mouth were curling up at the edges. She's... alive? 'Yes, that's basically what it means.' Basically? What do you mean 'basically?' 'What I mean by that, is that she is alive, but you'll have to figure out the rest on your own. You're a pretty smart guy, you should get it soon.' But when will soon be?! Is she alive or NOT, Phil?? 'Yes, of course she is, I already told you that, but you have to figure out yourself what happened to her. Ask around, stuff like that. This is going to be your own little adventure, or whatever, and I'm not helping you. I'm going to say one thing though; do you remember amnesia?'WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? Remember amnesia? Huh? You aren't making any... sense... no... it can't be. You think that she might have amnesia?! 'That's what I've been trying to get at here, Arnoldo.' Don't call me that, only Helga is allowed to. 'Aw, is it your pet name?' Shut up.



~***~



I sighed, exasperated, and tried thinking some more. Earlier today, I had an image appear in my head, that had never appeared in my head before. It was of a man with a oddly shaped head. He was talking with me, and I was talking back, but I couldn't tell what we were saying, so I just watched to see any clue as to who this man in my mind was. But I drew a blank, except that he must care deeply for me, and that we must have... uh hum... slept together at least more than once, because... well, the reason just waltzed into the room.



"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy, Kele pushed me on my face again!" my young daughter, named Odelia, with the same head as the man from my mind came running up to me, tears streaming down her face. She jumped into my arms as my son, Kele, came running in, frowning. "Just ask him! He pushed me, and I fell!" Odelia cried, pointing an accusing finger at her twin brother, who crossed his arms over his chest.



"I did not. Well, not on purpose. Man, I did was trying to do something, she came up bugging me, and I told her to go away. Well, I thought she did, but she didn't, and when I made my elbow go back it hit her, and she fell down, crying that I did it 'cause I wanted to, when I didn't." Kele said, sticking his tongue out at Odelia.



"Now Odelia, you know your brother would never do something like that to you." I said, setting her down, while she looked down at the floor, with her arms crossed. "Now, Kele, apologize for knocking her down, and Odelia apologize for accusing him of doing it on purpose." Odelia turned around, and both 6-year-olds looked up at each other.



"I'm sorry." they said in unison, and then trotted out to their room. I smiled, shook my head, and turned on my tv. Then I heard a sound. It sounded like the mail slot. I looked towards the front door, my eye brows furrowed. There was a small white envelope lying in front of the door. It was strange, because the mail had already came today. I stood up, walked over to the door, and grabbed the envelope. I ripped it open, and pulled the note out. My eyes widened.



"You may be wondering who this could possibly be, correct? Well, you used to know me, when you remembered. I shall remain Anonymous, and you shall remain Anya Saber, although that is not your correct name. Shall I cut to the chase? Ok, then. You shall do what I say, or else your beloved children will go bye-bye, like your husband, that you never got to remember. Catch my drift? Now, what I need you to do, is move. Out of state, out of country, whatever is needed. If you hesitate, I will not hesitate to resort to murder. But I would rather not have to, so, please do as I said. I don't care if you keep your name you use, or change, as long as you get out of here. Never come back. Never even THINK about coming back. I'll be in touch.



Anonymous."



I began breathing heavily, and glancing around. Someone that I used to know was out to get me, and if I didn't leave town, this person would kill me for sure. I quickly ran to my room, and then screeched to a halt, my heart racing. There, on my bed, was a knife, and another note. I glanced around, then gulped. First, I start remember something of my past, then I get murderous threats. What a lovely day...