"Uh...so, hey, where do you know Sakura from?" Jet wondered as he met up with Virginia by the moonlight along a cliff just outside town.

"Where do you?"

"What...makes you think I know her?"

"You two seemed to know one another." Virginia said with a glare. "I don't know, it might have been the fact she knew your name that tipped me off?" She said with frantic energy. "Or maybe, the fact that she said it was good to see that you're still alive!"

Jet just sat there stunned. "Oh...right."

"Well?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

"Uh, what?"

She elbowed him. "Now, where do you know her from?"

"Uh...Golden Dodge. I met her there...twice."

"We've only been to Golden Dodge tw...oh." She retreated. Pink ribbons came to her mind and an image of the woman who would get them. She was not sure what to feel. What it was she did feel. She felt...betrayed. Jealous. Disappointed. Heartbroken? Was she heartbroken too? Why would she feel that? "So...you got that gift for her?"

"Gift?"

"The ribbons?"

He hit his head. "I forgot all about those." He groaned. "I lost them somewhere along the way. We have been thrown into so much crap I must have lost them along the way." She smiled though. "Eh...whatever."

"You have high hopes for that lunch date with her?"

"Huh? It's NOT a date! I would...never." His words trailed off.

"Still, she offered to you a lunch."

"Well...she is a great cook. I will probably take her up on her offer."

"What about my cooking?"

"Not anywhere near as good." Jet quickly replied. Mistake number one. Why did he have to go and blurt it like that? "I mean...you are a...you've gotten...Anything I say won't make up for what I said."

She groaned and turned away. "If you must know," She said with force. "I think Sakura is mad at me because one day before she moved out of Boot Hill she was showing me her Kikikomon doll. Y'know, that comic story?" He shook his head. "I thought you wouldn't. Anyway, I was playing wit her doll and it's arm came off. She sort of...ran off crying." She trailed off. "The next day her father was leaving and so she went along with him. I haven't seen her since."

Jet blinked. "You're...fighting over a doll?" He asked seriously. She nodded. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of!"

"Pheh. What do you know? You're just some stupid punk who has no memories!" She growled. Tension was building up in her. "I don't even know why I ever wanted to help you." She stormed off.

He blinked. He had no idea what just happened, but he felt like he was stabbed in the back, shot in the heart, and kicked in the privates (as well as hit in the gut). Only one of those were true because as she stormed away she threw his boomerang into his chest. He had no idea how she stole it away, but he had more pressing concerns as he lied on the ground rolling in pain.

He never realized how much damage his boomerang dealt.