A/N: Okay, forget my stupid book report, the book sucks anyway! Here's your next chapter, uh, Chapter 2: June 4, 2012! Also, the contest mentioned at the end of last chapter will be up until I get to chapter seven, at which point, a new contest will be posted! YAY! So, here we go!

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Chapter 2: June 4, 2012

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In a Hospital in Georgia

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The John Doe who was found nearly one year ago was finally waking up. He had been an odd case, something the doctors here at George Washington Hospital were sure would never happen again.

He had been found in a park by a young woman who was putting up flyers for her missing friend. At first, she thought Doe was her friend and rushed over to him, but after a closer look, she found that this man was beaten up and unconscious. She immediately called the police, and an ambulance arrived moments later. She came to the hospital with him, wanting to make sure he was okay.

She continued to come back every day for the past ten months. She gave up on finding her friend. Her patience was finally rewarded on June 4, 2012.

Doe groaned and turned onto his side. His eyes were closed tightly. The young woman gasped and called for the doctor to come in. Doe groaned again and began to slowly open his eyes. Upon seeing two confused, gray eyes looking at her, the young woman called more urgently for the doctor, saying that Doe was no longer comatose.

"Wh—wh—who are you?" Doe asked hoarsely and quietly. He was trying to get up, but the young woman pushed him back down.

"My name's Marissa," she answered, "Marissa Anthony. What's your name?"

"I—I don't know…." Doe looked rather upset.

"Do you remember a name?" Marissa asked, hoping to help him.

"…Sam…" Doe replied after thinking hard. "I'm not sure if it's my name, but that's the only name I remember."

"Well, then your name should be Sam," Marissa said, content to help Doe—Sam—feel better. "Is Sam short for Samuel?"

"I guess," Sam replied.

"Do you know your last name?"

"…No…"

"Then your last name will be Doe."

"Why?" he asked, confused.

"People who are unidentified are called either John Doe or Jane Doe. Since you know your first name, but not your last, you'll be called Sam Doe."

"Oh. Okay."

"Do… you remember anything?" Marissa asked cautiously.

Sam thought about it for a while. "No…" he replied, looking scared.

"It's okay, you just have amnesia!" Marissa said, hoping to calm him down.

"What's amnesia?"

"It's when you can't remember anything. Normally, a name, face, or place can trigger your memory."

"Oh." The doctor came in.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, "I was in surgery." He turned to Marissa, "What do we know about his condition?"

"He's got amnesia, only name he can remember is Sam," she answered promptly.

"Alright. Well, he'll have to stay here for a while before we can allow him to leave. We need to find a place that he can stay."

Marissa immediately came up with the answer after seeing Sam look at her worriedly. "He can stay with me and my family." She locked eyes with Sam, who, for the first time since he woke up, looked happy.

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Amity Park

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Sam, Jazz, and Tuck were at Tucker's house and were now on the computer. They were checking the newspapers online. Sam found something interesting.

"Look!" she said. "In the Georgia paper! The John Doe woke up!"

The three quickly read the article, but the only information they got was that he was being called Samuel Doe and would be staying with the Anthony family.

"Hm," Jazz thought out loud, "we probably won't hear anymore about him, now that he's gotten up."

"Yeah…" Tuck said. "Another dead end. Oh, well…."

The three had been following the story of Samuel Doe for some time, hoping it could be Danny. It seemed that they were wrong again.

All three sighed and continued their search, desperate to find their friend.

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Georgia

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Marissa came back into the room after having filled out several forms. Her parents were still writing.

Upon her arrival, Sam looked up and smiled at her. She noticed his bed was now upright, his hand on the bed controls.

"Having fun?" she asked with a grin.

"Yeah," he said happily. She walked over and sat next to him. He demonstrated what each button within his reach did by pressing it, which included the button to call a nurse. He seemed very excited when introducing the button.

"Watch!" he had said. "This button makes people appear!" He pressed it, causing a woman in a nurse's outfit to show up. She seemed to be overworked and took it out on Sam. He had to sit through a half-hour lecture on only using the button if he needed help. Sam was grinning madly throughout the whole thing. Marissa found herself grinning as well.

"See? Isn't that cool?" he asked after the nurse left.

"Yeah, Sam, it was," Marissa answered. Both were still grinning. Marissa couldn't help it; it was like his smile was contagious, just like her other friend. It was then that she noticed what he looked like. He had pale gray eyes that shone when he smiled and/or laughed. His hair was red and spiky, with black and blue streaks.

"Hey, Marissa?" Sam asked cautiously. "When can I leave?"

"Oh," she said, the smile disappearing. "I—I'm not sure, but I'll visit everyday until you do."

"Thanks, 'Rissa…" Sam said before falling asleep. Marissa gasped. No one had called her 'Rissa before, except her old friend. She had a quick thought that maybe, just maybe, Sam was her old friend. She sighed, dismissing that thought with a shake of her head. The two looked nothing alike.

Marissa sighed again, turning to the window, lost in her thoughts about her two friends. Then, she repeated almost the exact same thing she had said the last time she saw her old friend.

"Don't worry, I'll find you and help you, no matter what."

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LYRICS

Oh yeah Mm Still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence So the days float through my eyes But stil the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me Ah changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time

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A/N: Okay! Next chapter jumps back three years. After that, we'll jump around a bit more before going back to the present (2014). In other words, pay attention to the dates! Kks, BYES, Y'ALL!