CiTyGrL0912- It's easy to poke holes in any story, ergo it's easy to poke a hole in a review! So who said it was the water that made her slip into the coma? I never said anything about that… But I'm glad you're jumping to conclusions. That's what I like to happen. Then it's easier to catch readers off guard. Anyway, thanks for the speedy-as-always review!

element90- Look who's writing long reviews now, hmm? Good… good… If we are what we eat, then I think we think what we write. Yeah, Phil's nightmare is loosely based on a dream I once had… it scared the daylights out of me. Anyway, thanks for the review! It's mucho appreciated!

Jquest87- Okay, good. I thought you would think that I read a different message or something when I decided to do your suggestion… Phew! Yeah… my idea wasn't nearly as good as this. And you'll never know what my idea is! Mwahahah!

Oh, man. You reviewers simply rock! You simply rock!

Phil was in a fix. He reasoned that he could have just gone back further in time… but then how would he explain his sudden departure to the rest of Keely's family? He couldn't… And he didn't trust them enough to know the truth… so he would stay here, in the present, until he could bear it no longer.

But soon, his thoughts were interrupted as Ashley and Bonnie exited the room, talking in low voices to each other.

"Well, I mean, she seems to be alright, medically… it's just that… she can't remember a thing," Bonnie muttered.

"I know… It's really sad…"

Phil sighed, and began walking alongside them. Bonnie put an arm around him, consolingly. "Really sorry about what happened, Phil," she muttered.

"It's not your fault," he reminded her.

"It's not your fault, either."

But that didn't stop Phil from feeling badly about the whole thing. "I know…"

"Everything will be okay," she assured him, adding mentally, "I hope…"

The three returned to the Teslow house, and sat on the couch, still in a stupor about what had happened.

I can't believe… after I gave her my heart… she can't even remember me…

"How could this have happened?" Phil asked nobody in particular. A long silence ensued.

Finally, Ashley broke it. "I'm sure it couldn't be… permanent…"

"She loved you," Bonnie added.

"And she thought about you every day."

"And she dreamed about you all the time…"

However, this didn't make Phil feel any better. He thought of the dream he had in the hospital room, until a knock at the door jarred him from his stupor. Bonnie went to answer it.

"Hey, Via," she said, allowing a brunette girl inside.

"I heard what happened," Via explained, walking by Bonnie. "Is she okay?"

"Medically, yes," Ashley said, not taking her eyes off of the glass coffee table in front of her.

"What does that mean?" Via said, taking a seat next to Phil.

"She's got amnesia…" Phil said. "She can't remember me at all."

"Oh…" Via said. Then, trying not to sound rude, she added, "Who are you?"

"I'm Phil…" he answered. "Her friend back in America."

"Phil… oh, Phil! You're Phil!" Via said, a light bulb going off in her head. "I thought she was going a little nutty…" Phil smiled, despite himself. Taking a much more serious tone, Via added, "She doesn't remember you at all?"

Phil shook his head.

"I'm so sorry," Via sympathized. "That must be so terrible…"

"You have no idea…"

Maybe, with time, she'll remember me…

Well, time passed. She had been let out of the hospital a few days after she'd been admitted. And her memory hadn't returned yet.

The first day she had come home, Phil was with her family.

"Hello…" she greeted him awkwardly. After a beat, she snapped her fingers. "Phil." His heart skipped a beat, but she added. "From the hospital."

"…yeah," Phil added, in a sad tone.

I wish I could just make you turn around

Maybe she'd never remember him.

Turn around and see me cry

Maybe he'd never love again.

There's so much I need to say to you

As terrible as that thought was… it seemed to be the direction his life was headed.

So many reasons why

Perhaps returning was a bad idea.

You're the only one who really knew me at all

But Phil still remained hopeful. After all… she had said, "How could I forget you?"

Pretty easily, I guess, Phil thought. But then, he remembered something. Something that could possibly trigger her memory.

It was a long shot, but it just might be his only hope.

I do not own "Against All Odds," by Phil Collins. Another chapter that I'm less than satisfied with… (sigh) I just couldn't... get it down the way I wanted… Sorry it took so long to update- my schedule's "out of whack" (see DEEP THOUGHTS in my profile to understand why I think that phrase is so funny…)

What if I just stopped the story right here? Well… if you guys review, that definitely won't happen… Hint.