"Tanya, I have amnesia, not a concussion," argued Kristy as the team's scientist attempted to finish a med-scan on her.

Tanya was shocked. "Kristy, how do you know that?"

"Know what?" Canard was at his sisters side in an instant.

"That's she's got amnesia!"

Kristy shrugged. "I dunno, it just seemed pretty obvious. Dive 'n can't remember anything, but there aren't any signs of injury to either or our heads, so it can't be a concussion. That only happens after a sever blow to the head, causing trauma to the brain. So the only logical conclusion is amnesia."

Duke whistled, Tanya's mouth dropped, Dive looked confused, and Canard just stared at her blankly.

"What?"

"Kristy, you sounded like mom," exclaimed Canard. Now it was her turn to stare blankly. "Oh yeah, the memory thing. Well, mom was a medic and she used to spout random medical info. Just like you just did."

"So?..."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"It wouldn't be called amnesia if could," was her sharp reply.

"Okay, calm down you two," ordered Tanya, stepping in, "Canard, has she always know this?"

"Hello, I'm still here!"

The older ducks just ignored her.

"Um, yeah, I think so." Canard scratched his head. "Our mom was always teaching us about her work, especially Kristy. Charlie and I didn't really get it, but she did. Heck, when the invasion started she even tried to get placed in mom's medic unit."

"Did she make it?" asked Duke.

"She did pass all of the tests...but she was only like fifteen or sixteen, no way they'd let her near the front!" answered Canard.

"And you're just telling me this now?" Tanya threw her hands up in defeat.

"Tanya, what's wrong?" asked Wildwing.

"Wing, she's trained as a medic!"

"How?"

Tanya shook her head. "Age doesn't matter, Wing. It's the training and experience. She's probably got just as much of that as I do. And you heard Canard, she passed all the tests! Don't you see? We could have a real team medic! I wouldn't have to spend all my time trying to learn to be one, and I could spend some much needed time in the lab."

"Wait a minute!" That caught Mallory's attention. "You're telling me that you aren't a real doctor?"

"Mallory," Tanya sighed, "I'm a scientist, I can run the equipment. Luckily I'm also a genius, so I can memorize the books and diagnose problems. But I'm not a doctor, I don't know the procedures. We're just lucky that there haven't been any serious injuries yet."

"Great, I feel soooo safe now," comment Dive.

"Nosedive..." warned his brother.

"Wait a minute," said Kristy, bringing them all back on topic, "you're saying that I remembered something that none of you knew I knew?"

"Ah, basically...yes," answered Duke, "someone want to explain the rest of this?"

"Okay, I think I've got it," announced Wildwing, "Kristy and Dive both got amnesia. But Kristy can remember the first-aid stuff that her mom told her. Right?"

"But why didn't she tell us?" asked Tanya.

"Because it isn't normal," answered Canard, "and she didn't want to be different for other kids her age. She probably didn't want us to think she's weird or something."

"Do you get the feeling we're being ignored?" whispered Dive to Kristy.

She laughed. "Yeah, they're kinda strange, but they're sort'a familiar too."

"You get that feeling too?"

"Later..they're string at us."

"You two alright?" asked Canard, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," answered Dive.

"No probs," added Kristy. She made a shooing motion with her hands, "go on, continue."

"That's it," said Wildwing, "you two have anything to add?"

"Ha-ha, funny one," commented Dive, "ask the kids with amnesia."

"That's my baby bro, always the comedian."

Dive made a face, not like he was disgusted, more like he was thinking hard about something. "Um yeah, hey...ah...Wing. I think I just need some time alone. Could you tell me where my room is?"

"Sure, down the hall, first door on your right."

"It's the one with the hazard sign on the door," teased Mallory.

"Got it, thanks." Dive hurried out of the room.

"I think I'll go check out my room too," said Kristy, following him.

"You feeling okay kid?" asked Duke, stopping her at the door.

"Yeah, fine." She slipped past him and down the hall.

"Wait a minute Kristy," called Canard, "you don't know where your room is..."

"Duh, I don't think she's looking for her room," whispered Tanya.

"What!" Canard lunged for the door, but Grin grabbed his arm.

"I think they just need to be alone," said Duke.

"But..."

"Kristina and my little friend have found kindred spirits in each other," commented Grin. "They both understand what the other is going through, and I don't think they trust us yet."

"That makes sense," said Wildwing, "Tanya, any ideas how to help them?"

"Um, just act like you normally would. Explain things they don't understand, but just act naturally and wait for the amnesia to go away on it's own." She shrugged. "It's all we can do."

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Kristy caught a glimpse of Dive's bond hair disappearing through his door. It must be the right room, she thought, he hasn't come running out yet. She walked up slowly and knocked tenativly on the door.

"Who's there?" was the muffled reply.

"It's me, Kristy. Can I come in?" No answer. "Dive? I just wanna talk-" She jumped back when the door suddenly slid open.

"Sorry." A smile played on Dive's lips. "I couldn't figure out how to open the door."

"That's okay," Kristy returned the smile, "I don't even know which room is mine." He moved away and Kristy stepped inside. The door swooshed shut behind her.

"I guess you're not a very neat person," teased Kristy, eyeing the mixed array of comics, clothes, and video games lying on the floor.

"I guess not, but the weird thing is that it feels...I dunno, right."

Kristy nodded. "Everything? Or just the room?"

"I don't know!" Dive threw his hands up and slumped down on his bed. "Everything, nothing. It's all just...It's too weird...

"...But it's too weird not to be true," pointed out Kristy, plopping down next to him on the bed. Her head was still reeling from what the other ducks told them, their home planet was invaded and they chased the bad guys here to Earth. "Do you believe them?"

"About what?"

Kristy rolled her eyes. "I dunno, how 'bout the ones, um, Wildiwing and Canard."

Dive leaned back, lounging against a pillow, my pillow, he reminded himself. "I think I believe them, at least I believe Wing. I can't describe it, but I recognize his eyes, and when he called me 'baby bro' it... well, it sounded right. Does that make sense?"

"Kinda." Kristy leaned back on her arms and stared up at the ceiling.

"So, what about you?" It was Dive's turn to ask the questions.

"I'm not sure, but Canard and I look so much a like that we have to be related. I mean, none of the others have eyes as dark as ours, and we both have the sane colored hair." She mindlessly twirled a strand of her own light brown locks.

"Yeah, and you two look like you're brother and sister."

"I just said that."

"Not in your hair 'n stuff. In like your face and they way you stand."

"Sure," said Kristy doubtfully.

"So, what do you think? Should we trust them?"

"Why not?" Kristy sat up and looked him in the eyes. "It's not like we have anywhere else to go. But we should still be on guard."

"Agreed." Dive pushed himself up, off the bed. "Let's go see if we can find some food."

"No way," argued Kristy, jumping up, "we need to check out my room first!"

"Do you know which one it is?"

"We'll figure it out."