Jennifer was pacing back and forth, trying to keep her tears at bay, when Craig walked up to her and gently grabbed her shoulder from behind. Jennifer, feeling the hand, turned to her husband for comfort. When he pulled her into his arms, she crumbled and let the tears flow.

"Aww, Jenn."

"Craig…it's-it's been a w-week." Jennifer choked back a sob.

"Honey, you can't let yourself get worked up like this. There's nothing we can do but wait. Getting this upset isn't helping him, it's just hurting you. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen."

Jennifer pulled back as though he had physically slapped her. Though the logical part of her did see that he had a point, she didn't understand how he could say that about his son…with so little emotion.

"Craig, he's your son! He might die! He's lying in there defenseless, possibly dying! How can you be so calm and unaffected?"

"You think I'm not scared?"

"You're not acting like it. You haven't even cried. The most upset you got was when you fought with Debbie!"

"He's my son, of course I hope he's okay. But it's out of my hands. What's meant to happen will happen. I just hope if he's okay he learns something from all this."

"Yeah, like the world if full of assholes!" Jennifer exclaimed, shocked.

"Well, yes. But also maybe that his old man knows what he's talking about. When he flaunts himself the way he does in front of normal people…those drawings! Well, it was only a matter of time before something happened." Craig said calmly.

Jennifer pulled back her hand and slapped him across the face, hard.

"Hey." Michael said softly, sitting down on the stool next to his devastatingly handsome friend, who was currently hunched over a double shot of Jim Beam, his unshaven cheek almost level with the table of the bar.

"Hey yourself" Brian said gruffly.

"Has there been any news?"

"How the fuck should I know? Am I his keeper?"

"Well, I just thought…"

"Thought what Mikey? That I'd be all torn up and scared like some pussy fucking faggot? I finally got rid of my stalker. I'm jumping for fucking joy!" Brian said, downing his drink and getting up abruptly.

"Yeah, you look like it." Michael mumbled. "Hey, where you going?"

"There." Brian said simply, pointing to a random hot guy.

"Do you think you should, Brian? You're pretty wasted. What if he tries something?"

"Fuck off, Mikey. I'm a big boy, I'll be okay. I've been looking out for myself for a long time, and I can still do it just fine, thanks."

Justin felt a searing pain in his forehead and an uncomfortable stiffness in his entire body. He tried to open his eyes to get his bearings together. As soon as light filtered into his eyes, a bolt of lightning shot through his head and he quickly closed them again.

"Unngghh"

"Huh?" Craig said, turning around suddenly on his way out the door.

"What…what…huh?" Justin mumbled, looking around and not understanding anything he saw.

"Justin?" Craig said, shocked, as he walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed.

"What…huh? Who are you?"

"Oh. Um…I'm your father, son."

"What? My father? Why don't I remember you then?"

"I can't answer that son."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Well, because that's what you are."

"How do I know you're not lying? If you were my father I'd recognize you."

"Well, let's think about this logically. Do you remember anyone else as your father?"

Justin closed his eyes tight and thought hard, but he didn't see anything.

"No, no I don't." Justin said a bit desperately, starting to panick.

"Now, just calm down. That's no good."

"Why…why can't I remember you? I can't remember anything!" Justin's voice was beginning to rise.

"Now, Justin, that's just not necessary." Craig said, grabbing Justin's shoulder and feeling him visibly tense beneath his hand.

"W-why can't I remember?"

"The doctors said this might happen. It's probably not permanent." his father said, looking away from the tears that ran down his son's face.

"Probably! You mean I might never remember?" Justin asked, his lower lip trembling.

"You probably will, though"

Justin bit his lip, "Wh-what happened?"

"You and Daphne were at your prom when something happened. I'm not sure of the details." Craig lied, not wanting to talk about it.

"Daphne." Justin said thoughtfully, trying to remember. "So, is she like, my girlfriend?"

Craig's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the question. "…Yeah." Craig bit his lip and looked away, waiting for a response.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she woke up a couple of days ago. She doesn't remember anything either, so we didn't have much hope that you would. She's been asking about you."

"So, she's like, walking around and everything? On her own?"

"You'll be able to too. Once you feel up to it."

"Oh, okay"

"Well, I'm going to go get a doctor and call Jennifer. I'll be back."

"Okay…Dad?" Justin asked tentatively as Craig headed to the door.

"Yes?"

"Who's Jennifer?"

"She's your mother, son."

It had been a very emotional day for Justin. Between seeing all these people that he knew were important to him, but just couldn't make himself remember, and their reactions to him being okay but having amnesia, he was doing good to hold his head up. Currently, he was sitting with his Dad while his Mom went home to get him some clothes to wear. He was trying to remember all the people he had met today.

"…and Molly's my sister?"

"Right."

"…and Jennifer's my Mom?"

"…and Brian's…well, what is Brian? He never really told me, just sort of kept to the background. I barely even remember his name."

"Brian is…well, Brian is…Brian's the man who hurt you."

"What? If he's the man who hurt me, then why was he here today? Why would the others let him be here?"

"Well…none of them believe it's him. He's got them fooled, but I know the truth."

"How."

"He was molesting you, only, see, none of the others knew. You can't let them know I told you though. Brian might get mad at me. But whatever you do, stay away from Brian Kinney."

A/N: OMG I am so sorry this is so short! I promise to get you another chapter soon. It was either this or a super uber huge chapter. Reviews are MORE than welcome, they make me feel all warm and tingly and loved inside!!