Thanks for all the reviews, guys! I really do appreciate them. If I hadn't gotten so many so quickly, you wouldn't be getting this update. I was in a slump wondering if I should continue, and I'm sure many of you know how that feels. Well, anyway, here's your update!

Dr. Jacobs said that the damage done to my brain had wiped out my memory. According to the look on Dr. Jacobs' face when he was telling my aunt how extensive the damage was, the MRI that they took of my brain seemed to bear bad news. I wasn't really paying attention to what he was telling her; I was too busy thinking about everything that Nell had just told me.

See, apparently my parents are dead. They were killed in a meteor shower in a tiny town called Smallville when I was five. I lived there until I was seventeen, with Nell and her husband, Dean. But Dean died, and Nell couldn't bear to live in a town filled with all that pain, so we moved away. To Metropolis.

I'm twenty now, and I would be going to Metropolis University if I weren't stuck in this hospital. But instead, I'm going to have to stay at home trying to regain my memory and miss all my classes. Nell told me that I'm majoring in business, although I'm taking several art classes.

Dr. Jacobs, done talking with Nell, turned and left the room. My aunt walked over to me and sat down in a chair next to my bed. She looked and me and smiled slightly, almost like she was pitying me.

I hate pity. It doesn't make anyone stronger. It doesn't make anyone have better character. And it doesn't bring anyone's memory back.

"Lana," she began. "The doctor said you might not ever get your memory back. There's a very, very small chance that you will, but the odds aren't good." She took a breath to steady herself and continued. "He said that you can try visiting old schools and familiar places to try to see if they bring back any memories. But..." She paused. "It probably won't do anything."

"But we can always try, right?" I asked, hopeful. "I mean, it won't hurt to, will it?"

"Well—yes—we can try." Nell was hesitant. "He said the best place to start would be the place with your earliest memories."

Now I see why Nell is being cautious. The place with my earliest memories is Smallville, she doesn't want to relive the pain that we left behind.

"Nell, I understand if you don't want to go back," I began. "But can we please try? Just for a week?"

Nell looked at me, and didn't say anything for a moment. Finally-

"This has nothing to do with me." She said firmly. "We'll stay as long as you need to. It might do me some good to get out of the city, anyway."

"Thank you, Nell!" I tried to give her a hug, but the cast on my leg weighed me down. Nell walked over to my bed.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie." She gave me a hug. I felt like such a little kid.

A week and a half later, I was able to get out of my cast, making me more maneuverable. The doctors said I had had a slight fracture, and the cast was just for extra precautions. The brace I wore on my leg had to be supported by crutches, but it was better than the wheelchair and cast combination I had before.

While I was in the hospital, the nurses learned not to wake me for my medication. Apparently, I'm really cranky when I'm woken up. Not that I really realize it, of course.

Three days after I got my brace, Nell told me that whenever I was ready to go, we could leave. So I packed my bags (actually, Nell helped me find all my clothes and I threw them in a bag) and we hit the road. And that's where I am now, a third of the way done with our three-hour journey to Smallville.

I watched as the suburbs of Metropolis changed into soybean and corn fields. Occasionally, we would see a cow pasture, and even more seldom than that were the horses.

Nell said that I used to love riding horses. I'm a member of one of the fancier and more professional horseback riding clubs just outside of the city. Not that I remember any of that.

So, after listening to Nell attempt to sing to oldies for two more hours, I saw a sign that said, "Welcome to Smallville: Meteor Capital of the World!" This is definitely the right place. I mean, how often does a meteor shower happen?

I sigh as we pull up into a homey-looking house, a feeling of familiarity tugging at my mind.

"Have we been here before, Nell?"

"Yeah," Nell began. "It was our old house before we moved. No one ever bought it, but we had enough money for another house anyway, so it didn't matter."

Maybe that it's familiar is a good thing. I smiled to myself. Maybe this trip will work afterall.