What is Happening?
Carmelita just collapsed onto the rooftop, the fire that made her so attractive to Sly going out. Sly, confused at all this just left and went to the safe house. He then remembered that 'uh-oh' Bentley blurted out. He has something to do with this.
He walked in through the door, passing Murray, who was in his racing jump suit and was munching on a chilidog, 'Oh God not a chilidog! Doesn't he remember what happened the last time he had a chilidog?' and then passed Penelope, who was working on a new surveillance RC chopper with a silenced engine. Sly instead went straight for Bentley, who was typing away on his laptop.
"What the hell happened?" Sly said. "Why do I have the impression that I'm supposed to be six feet down?"
"Sly, I don't know what to say," Bentley shrugged; he had a bead of sweat coming down his forehead. "I told you before, the past year you were on vacation and when you returned someone knocked you inthe back of your head and had selective amnesia."
"Leave Bent alone Sly," Murray said coming in; chili smudged around his mouth.
"Oh god Murray!" Bentley yelped. "Did you have to buy a chilidog, don't you remember what happened last time?"
"Relax, I took some Pepto-Bismol."
"What happened?" Penelope asked, walking in with a screwdriver in her hand.
Realizing that it was no use, Sly went to his room to ponder over what happened. He just couldn't get his mind over what happened.
"This is some trick isn't it?" Carmelita said, pointing her gun once again at Sly. "There is NO way that you could be alive!"
Meanwhile…
Carmelita slumped up to her apartment. 'How is this possible? He can't be real. Was it just my imagination?' Carmelita plopped down on her couch and pulled out a photo album. She looked at the pictures. She stopped to stare at one picture. Suddenly, she broke into tears. 'What is happening?'