If you lose your way
Think back on yesterday
Remember me this way
Remember me this way
-'Remember Me This Way" from Casper
"Frank! Frankie! Frank! No, don't leave me! Don't leave me!" I sobbed. A persistent hand shook me on my shoulder as I was slowly pulled out of my nightmare.
"Memory, Memory wake up, it's just a dream. You're ok, you're ok," a voice coaxed gently. I finally let go of my dream to see Stress standing over me. "Are you ok Memory? Who's Frank?"
"I'm fine, that was just one scary dream," I reassured her as I gulped down the lump in my throat and dried my tears. I've never cried before, not that I could remember or anything. What had gotten into me? "I-I don't know who Frank is," I continued.
"It's ok, Memory, you'll remember your past someday. You didn't wake anyone else up, so you can go back to sleep, or I'll stay up and talk with you. Jack's not in his bed, so he must be on the roof again. Sometimes if he can't sleep, he goes up there."
"You go back to sleep, Stress, if Jack is up there, he'll keep me company, if he isn't then I'll wake you up again. I don't see the point in keeping you awake if I don't have to," I said, getting out of bed. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around my shivering shoulders. Then I tip toed to the window, and up the fire escape.
"Heya, Jack," I greeted him, seeing his lone figure sitting on the edge of the building. He kind of jumped, then turned around. When he saw me, he smiled.
"Heya Memory. What brings you out here this early in the morning?"
"I had a nightmare, and Stress said you were probably up here. I wanted company, but I didn't see the point in keeping her up."
"Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?" Jack asked carefully.
"Yeah, I do." Memory then related the story of a young girl who went to visit her cousin in Brooklyn, with her mother and brother. While she was out buying flour, the house caught on fire, killing everyone inside, including her aunt, cousin, mother, and worst of all, brother. She had always been really close to her brother, especially since her father was an alcoholic. When she went home, to tell her father, he was once again drunk. He blamed her for the deaths, and tried to kill her. She was sent to an orphanage, and he was sent to jail.
"I miss Frankie," I cried as the retelling of the nightmare dredged up hard memories.
"Who is Frankie?" Jack asked, not bothering to get his hopes up. This couldn't be Amanda, she was dead, the story had to be a coincidence.
"My older brother. He used to let me play pirates with Erik and Andy. I miss all of them, they were all I ever had."
"Memory, does this mean you have your memory back?" Jack asked. This had to be Amanda. She even knew Spot and Blink's real names.
"Yes. I remember my name. I'm-"
"Amanda Sullivan." They said in unison.
"How did you know?" She asked quietly.
"Because Frank, Erik, and Andy weren't killed in the fire."
