Gordo tried his best to remember Lizzie, but he just couldn't. He sighed.

"It's okay Gordo." Lizzie said, a little disappointed. "Don't stress yourself. I have to get back to my house before someone notices I'm gone. You can keep the photo album for a while if you'd like."

"Sure, thanks." Gordo told Lizzie. "Come back soon. Maybe I'll remember something the next time."

Lizzie nodded, and said good-bye. She cautiously opened the door, and looked around. No one was in sight. She quickly hurried out, closing the door quietly behind her.

She was just about out the door of the hospital, when she heard someone say, "Hold it right there!" Lizzie whirled around.The nurse that had been in Gordo's room was standing behind her, tapping her heel.

"Uh, yes?" Lizzie said nervously.

"I'm on the phone with some concerned parents, whose last name are the McGuire's." The nurse told her.

Toon Lizzie: Busted! (Shoulders sag)

"They're looking for a girl that fits your description." The nurse continued.

Toon Lizzie: Not fair! They were all asleep when I left! How could they have found that I was missing?

"The... McGuire's?" Lizzie repeated, trying to sound innocent.

The nurse gave her a look that said, "I so know you're their daughter". She handed Lizzie the phone.

Lizzie sighed and took it. "Hi." She said sullenly into the phone.

"Lizzie McGuire, how could you just sneak off like that?! I was so worried!" Jo demanded. "Ive been calling everyone I know to ask if they've seen you! I went into your room because I left my glasses in there when I was looking for my hairbrush earlier."

"At night? Why would you want your glasses?" Lizzie said, trying to get off the subject of her sneaking out.

"I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to read the newspaper! But that has nothing to do with this! You're father is on his way right now to go get you. We'll talk about your punishment when you come home." Jo replied angrily, and hung up.

Lizzie handed the phone back to the nurse embarrassedly, and sat down on a waiting bench. When Sam got to the hospital, Lizzie had never seen him so angry-looking. She followed him out to the car, and the whole way home, neither one said a word.

Two Days Later:

Lizzie had been grounded for three weeks, except for going to see Gordo with her parents to help his memory. Her parents couldn't trust her at least for a long time, so they drove her there and to school, which Lizzie felt embarrassed about.

Miranda sympathized, telling Lizzie about a time something like that had happened to her.

Meanwhile, Gordo was slowly starting to remember things about himself, such as that he liked curly fries, and that he was in high school now. Names people told him sounded familiar, but that was it. Everyday he looked at the photo album, but it didn't do much good.

One day, Miranda came to visit him. She brought a home video of him, Lizzie, and herself all eating food in their old school cafeteria.

Gordo recognized Larry Tudgemen, out of all people. "Hey that's the guy who always wore the same shirt!" He suddenly exclaimed. He scratched his head. "Now how did I remember that?"

And the next day, Lizzie brought the video Gordo had made about their school. At the time he had been into doing hidden-camera things. Gordo thought it was funny, but it didn't really bring any memories to him.

Two weeks had past, and Gordo still wasn't remembering many people. "Is this normal?" Gordo's mom asked Doctor Petersburg.

"Different patients vary. There's really not way to tell when all of his memory will be restored." He told her.

Days at high school were lonely for Lizzie, even though Miranda was there some of the time with her. It felt to her like a part of her was missing now that Gordo wasn't there. She missed him so much.

But days also past slowly for Gordo. Not knowing those who called themselves his friends made it difficult for him to be around them. "Will I ever remember?" He asked himself with a sigh.

Flipping through the pages in the photo album for about the thousandth time, he stared at the picture of Matt and the hackysack game.

Suddenly, something flashed in his mind. Hackysack 3,000! That's it! Gordo thought excitedly to himself. Or is it... What does that mean to me?

Gordo sat deep in thought for quite some time. Hackysack 3,000... Lizzie... something about being in a gym... He sighed. His head hurt. He knew he should try and rest, but he just couldn't stop thinking.

He suddenly looked up with a grin on his face. "I know who Lizzie is now!" He exclaimed.

Just at the time, a Doctor Petersburg walked in the room. "What did you say, David?"

Gordo looked up. "I remembered something important... can I call someone?"

"Sure! I'm glad to know that you've made some progress! Follow me. I'll show you where our patient curtosy phone area is." The doctor told him. Gordo got up out of his bed (a little wobbly from have been lying there for a long time), and followed.

He brought the photo album with him, since it had Lizzie's phone number on the inside cover. He picked up the reciever of a phone, and the doctor left the room. Dialing Lizzie's number, he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"Hello?" A voice said.

"I need to talk to Lizzie." Gordo said.

"Okay." It was Matt who answered the phone, and knocked on Lizzie's door.

"Stop bothering me, dweeb!" Lizzie told Matt, since just a few minutes ago Matt had burst in and sprayed whip cream all over one of her new shirts. She was stilling trying to get all of it off with a damp paper towel.

"But there's a guuuuy on the phone!" Matt said, making kissy noises.

Confused, Lizzie rushed to open her door. She grabbed the phone from Matt. Pushing a lock of her blond hair behind her ear, she asked, "Hello?"

"Lizzie, this is Gordo."