1Don't own Kim...yadda yadda...

Saturday. The universal Sleep-In-Until-Noon day. And yet, Ron couldn't sleep anymore. He groaned and rolled over in his covers to see that it was only 8:20. He closed his eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.

BANG.

Ron sat bolt-upright in bed, eyes wide. Kim had just burst into his bedroom, looking extremely frazzled.

"Ron! You'll never guess what happened," she gasped.

Ron jumped out of bed and closed the door behind her. "What? What happened, Kim?"

Kim collapsed in his desk chair, still looking shocked. "I heard Tim crying in his sleep last night...so I went down to see what was wrong."

"Is Tim okay?" asked Ron, sitting down in front of her on the floor.

"Yeah...it's just he's...he's..." Kim couldn't continue.

"What?"

"Ron, Tim doesn't know I'm dead," Kim said, staring at him wildly.

Ron blinked and frowned. "I know you're solid, KP, but, um...why?"

Kim shook her head. "You remember that memory I brought back for you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I touched Tim's back and I saw into his memory. I saw my parents telling him and Jim that I was dead... Ron, I think I stole the memory, because this morning at breakfast he asked me if I would take him and Jim to the movies... Mom looked at him like he'd gone crazy. He couldn't remember that I'd died, Ron. He doesn't remember it. He doesn't even remember me going on that mission." Kim looked disturbed.

Ron, however, seemed excited. "Kim, if you can erase his memory, then you can erase everyone's memory! You can come back!"

Kim shook her head. "Think about it, Ron. It wouldn't work. The whole school, the whole Tri-City, and everyone I've ever helped...they all know I'm dead. That's a lot of memories, Ron."

"Oh." Ron was crestfallen. "What about just your family and close friends?" he asked, having another stab at it.

"How weird would that be, Ron? They'd all think I was alive, but the rest of the world wouldn't...it wouldn't work, either Ron. I think I'd better not risk manipulating anyone else's memories." She paused for a moment, staring around the room. "I thought that maybe if just enough people could see me, you know, just cuz they want to that maybe I'd come back. There's other people I'd like to know I was here."

"Who?" Ron's voice was flat and deflated. For a few minutes, he'd been sure she'd be able to come back to him.

Kim smiled sympathetically and poked his shoulder. "I haven't talked to Wade in ages. It'd be nice to have him to talk to again."

Ron nodded, staring at the floor.

Kim stood up, pulling him up with her. "I'm sorry, Ron."

"It's just...you're here. But the longer you stick around, the more I realize you're not here. I don't like it."

"Do you want me to leave, Ron?" asked Kim in a small voice.

"No!" Ron hugged her hard. "Don't you dare leave me ever again!"