CiTyGrL0912- No funny business between Phil and Ashley. Phil's just a touchy, feely, sensitive guy. He has to comfort her, you know, but… it's nothing romantic. Emotional moments usually bring out emotional reactions. Also, know that it's very hard to tell time without staring at a clock, especially when you're caught up in a very scary moment. Hence the words 'at least.' Phil had no idea to tell how long it was- Also, ice-cold water has much more of an effect than regular saltwater, as well. But… at least you're not confuzzled anymore. Anyway, there was my little mini-Psychology class. Next!

monderling moofoot- Alas, you are not the first reviewer… But, you may have been the first to start reviewing- It's a long review (which I absolutely love!), so it obviously probably took longer to write. Don't worry- you're a very THOROUGH reviewer, and that's what authors love! I was tempted to describe Phil's feelings more in C13, but when I read it back, I realized it would've been redundant- I would've been copying the image 3 Doors Down painted for us. But so far, I haven't gotten any reviews analyzing a connection between Chapters 14 (particularly the end) and 18... (coughs) I didn't say anything. And yes, I've read your reviews to our good friend element90... Quite well worded, I must say. I can't word things the way I want to, and I usually end up sounding like a moron. Anyway, to the next review!

Pathos of the Skies- Thanks for the support! And you know what, I have noticed there's more Keely pain than Phil pain, generally. Weird. Again, thanks for the review!

daydreamr'girl- Thank you for reminding the rest of these reviewers (anonymous and signed alike) that it's never too late to start reviewing. You're the fourth review for this chapter. I know, these people are fast.

Jquest87- Review number five for this chappie. I've got some fast reviewers! Thanks for the nice words!

Enough rambling. I thank you all for the reviews! Sorry about the long A/N!

Keely had been in the hospital for three days. Her condition was stable, but she had slipped into a coma on her first day at the hospital.

Ashley, Bonnie, and Phil all sat in a bench in Keely's room, waiting for any sign of consciousness. Phil had been replaying what he had seen in his head, and he realized that she must have been underwater for at least a minute- it had probably taken just thirty seconds to pull her out. Judging by the far off look in Ashley's eyes, she was probably thinking of the same thing.

Bonnie was looking at Keely, but her eyes were vacant. Undoubtedly, her mind was elsewhere also. Phil lowered his eyes to the ground. He focused on the same spot until his eyelids began to grow heavy.

He was at the park, where Keely had taken her plunge. Two kids were chasing each other delightedly, unaware that Phil's very heart was breaking. He saw that Ashley was crying in the distance. He ran over to her, wondering what was wrong. She looked up at him and kissed him. But as she did, her hair began to change color, her eyes began to rot, her skin began to yellow slightly, and when he pulled away, she had turned into the rotting corpse of Keely. The corpse grabbed him. -Join your friends, Phil. Come float with us-

A sharp jab in the arm woke Phil up from his sleep. Bonnie had apparently elbowed him. She was staring, transfixed, at Keely. Phil looked over, and saw that the lump under the blanket that would be her foot was twitching slightly. Apparently, Bonnie had also awakened Ashley, who was staring at her sister, with an expectant look on her face. The three jumped up, Bonnie and Phil on one side of the bed, Ashley on the other.

"Come on," Bonnie muttered.

Keely's eyelids fluttered a bit.

"You can do it…" Phil muttered.

"Wake up," Ashley pleaded.

Her eyes opened up, slowly. When she summoned the strength to talk, she asked, "Where am I?"

"You're in a hospital," Bonnie answered her, taking Keely's hand in her own.

"Where?"

Bonnie furrowed her brow slightly. "In Surrey…"

Keely seemed to be thinking very hard. "But… that's in England. Why are we in England?"

"We're visiting Dad," Ashley said, looking worried.

"Why am I in a hospital?"

"You're lucky you're not on the bottom floor," Ashley began. "You fell through the ice at a park, into the water. We had to pull you out… We thought you were d-dead…"

" 'We'?"

"That is, Phil and I…"

"You and who?"

"…Phil…"

"Phil…" Keely muttered, resting her head back onto the pillow. Bonnie moved aside so Phil could stand next to the bed.

"Keely…" he muttered, not sure of what he wanted to say.

"Hello…" Keely whispered back to him.

"I thought… I thought I was going to lose you…"

"Who are you?" Keely asked.

Bonnie's and Ashley's jaws dropped.

"Fuh-Fuh-Phil," Phil replied. "It's Phil… from Pickford."

Keely put a hand to her forehead, trying to recall a Phil from Pickford. "I don't know a Phil…" Keely muttered.

"B-But… you have to remember me!"

"Keely," Ashley cut in, "how could you not remember him?"

"I don't know any Phil," Keely replied.

"You spent every day with this guy back in America," Bonnie said. Keely shook her head.

"I don't remember that… I don't remember a Phil." She looked at Phil. "I'm sorry… I'm afraid I don't know you, though."

Phil sighed. "You… don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry…"

Phil hung his head. She had no trouble remembering her sisters… then again, she'd known them, probably for her whole life. But still… she had really cared for Phil… maybe even loved him… But she didn't remember him.

"Hope I didn't take up too much of your time," Phil muttered, and walked out the door, waiting for Bonnie and Ashley to come back out.

You love me but you don't know who I am…

Okay, so I don't own 3 Doors Down's "Let Me Go." Just thought I'd tell you guys the obvious. I'm legally obligated to do so.

(Gasp) And so the plot thickens… Thanks for the cyber-yells/cyber-congrats for the last chappie! So far, the previous chapter has the most reviews! Let's see if we can break that record of 15 reviews for a chapter, hmm?Ready… WAIT FOR IT! Okay, review… NOW!