AN: It is so great to be in my house again. The rain froze and everything was just covered in ice and snow and I live in Oklahoma! Gah. You know it's 20 degrees or less outside right now, and it's supposed to be 60 degrees on Sunday! THE WEATHER HERE IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!! I'm done…I promise…This weather gave me an idea for an opening to this chapter so at least ONE good thing came from it.

"Ben, please be careful!"

"Ah mom it's just snow! How could it hurt me?" To prove to his mother the snow was in fact harmless, Ben scooped up some in his gloved hand and tossed it in the air. His baby sister, Jan, giggled excitedly and danced around under the falling flakes. Ben grinned down at her and then looked to his mother. She smiled weakly at them both.

"Go on. Go before I change my mind." she said. Ben stooped down so Jan could climb up on his back.

"Choo Choo twain!" She squealed.

"Alright the Jan express is ready to go!" He took off through the thick white, frozen blanket. The sibling's mother still lagged at the door watching until they were out of her sight.

"God please let them be alright."

Ben stopped near the edge of a dark wood.

"What's in thare?" Jan's little voice asked. Her older brother put her down to peer in through the trees.

"I don't know Jan. Let's have a look." Ben grasped her tiny hand and stepped into the blackness. The ground was covered in snow like the rest of the world, except for the brown leaves that peeked out from under the frost and crunched under their footsteps.

"Ben…this is scawey"

"Ah don't be scared. I'll protect you." They continued to venture deeper and deeper into the woods. Ben was too engrossed in the prospect of adventure to realize how far they'd gone.

"Bwen, it's getting even Dwarker." Ben realized his sister was correct.

"Alright, we'll just turn around and go home." Home was the goal they failed to reach. They walked for another few hours but every turn they took, every path they found led them to more confusion. Jan shivered and sniffed from the increasing cold and fatigued plagued her body. She tripped over a small tree root and Ben barely caught her before she hit the ground.

"Bwen I'm tired. Are we almos home?" Ben thought about telling her yes but that would be a lie. He had no idea where they were and he didn't want to lie to her.

"I don't know Jan… I don't know." The wind began to blow icy gusts at them even harder and the snow began to fall again. Ben picked up Jan and carried her on, desperate to get home. He trudged through the darkness until he saw a deeper shadow and then, in a few places, light with in it. 'A house!' he thought. "Look Jan! A house!" There came no reply from the tiny form in his arms. "Oh no…Hold on Jan I'll get you warm! I'll…get you…warm"

Joe walked on in the woods totally oblivious to the cold. He just simply ignored it. Temperature, pressure, gun fire; all of these a Cyborg like him was immune to. 'Where can he be? He's kinda hard to miss as big as he is…maybe that's why he's out here.' He finally found the place he was looking for. He could see well enough to make out a wooden cabin that stood all alone in the gloom…and another shape moving towards it! It stumbled and fell as Joe ran to it. He pulled out a flashlight from his coat pocket and directed the small beam of light down at the figure, no, two figures. Joe gasped as he realized they were children, one a teenager and the other about two or three. He scooped them both up and ran to the door of the cabin. He knocked rapidly on the door and seconds later a towering man with dark tan skin and faint tattoos on his face, appeared at the door.

"May I…Oh my! Please come in!" he exclaimed as he saw the huddling children. He opened the door wide and ushered them inside and led them to the warm fire hearth. "I just made some dinner would you like some? There is plenty so don't worry."

"Thank you that would be nice." Joe answered thankfully. "They need it the most." The man nodded and scooped some hot stew into four bowls.

"My name is Geronimo." he said as he handed a bowl to each of the younger ones, who were groggy from the cold. "This should warm you up."

"Thank you." The boy answered weakly. He set his bowl aside and helped his sister with her food. It was obvious to the adults he cared deeply for the little girl.

"What are your names?" Geronimo asked.

"I'm Ben, and this is my sister Jan." Geronimo turned to Joe.

"Joe Shimamura." He shook hands with the kind host and looked back at the children. Ben had begun to eat his own food after he was sure his sister was alright.

"Do you know where they came from?" Geronimo asked softly.

"No, I saw Ben collapse on his way to your cabin. They're lost I'm sure. Just like me." Joe sighed, "I'm sorry to bother you at this hour."

"Oh no trouble, no trouble at all. I love children. They remind me of when I was young. So many memories of my childhood and yet…"

"What?"

"Never mind, it's nothing." Joe gave Geronimo a sideways look and turned his gaze back to the fire's flames.

"Do you ever feel like part of you is missing?" Joe closed his eyes in silent triumph. The kindly Indian was remembering.

"Not particularly, no" he replied.

"I'm sorry but I feel like I know you Joe."

"Really now?"

"Yes, I have a faint memory of someone that looks like you, and someone else in bright red clothes. Sometimes it's only a haze in my mind, other times it's clear as a bell. It's only a picture that constantly wavers." Joe shrugged.

"Well I don't know what to tell you." Geronimo only nodded and rose. He strode into another room and came back with a large blanket that he draped around the now sleeping Ben and Jan.

"I have a feeling that the missing memories are a missing part of my life that I have just forgotten. Something tells me that it wasn't like this peaceful cabin and woods. In fact…I think…it was exactly the opposite." He poured himself a glass of water from a small sink in the open kitchen.

"My life isn't exactly serene." Joe said. 'The biggest understatement ever.' Geronimo gazed at the children and then back at Joe. He abruptly grunted and quickly sat down, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He sat the completely still. Joe could see the growing tension in his large form. Suddenly the glass in his hands shattered and water splashed everywhere.

"005" That was all he said. He stood again, fetched a towel, and began clean up the shards of glass and mop up the water. "We'll take them back in the morning." He told Joe calmly, addressing the matter of his guests, "Then we should return to the Dolphin, I know it's nearby somewhere." Joe said nothing, knowing the memories his friend had regained were not the happiest of ones. The knowledge he would have to return to similar events, Joe knew, was quite disappointing in the worst of ways. "We'd better get our rest." he said began to hand Joe a blanket, which he refused. Joe leant his head back against the armchair he sat in and closed his eyes to sleep. Geronimo wrapped the afghan around him, and sat next to the two kids on the sofa. 'This is the last night I will spend in my cabin away from all the strife and violence.' he thought to himself. He shut his own eyes and whispered one last thing as he fell from consciousness.

"005..."

For those who were confused if at all: The children were the mental trigger. Don't ask me why I didn't think of anything else, I just thought they were a good match for his kindly nature. Well, back to praying I won't have to go back to school tomorrow…I don't particularly like walking outside in weather like that. Why can't my school just be one big building instead of several separate ones??? Oh right…I promised. heh heh.