Disclaimer: I only own Joel.

A/N: The italics are Cody's thoughts.

When Cody awoke, he was laying on the floor. He knew he couldn't have laid down himself for he was in such a strange position, he didn't know how he could have stayed like that. He was definetly thrown onto the floor. Cody slowly untangled himself and stood up. It was too late before he realized standing up was a horrible idea. Everything got so dizzy he just fell back down again.

While he was on the floor he tried to remember what happened. Cody thought about what he did know. One, I'm in a room. Two, I have a headache. Three, I can't remember anything. Four, a pizza sounds really good right now. He concluded that he hit his head. But why am I in this room? I've never been here before. But if I can't remember anything maybe I have been here before. Maybe this is my room. Cody took a look around. The room had a small dingy bed in one corner. That was it. Maybe my family is poor. Thinking about his family made Cody want to see them. He walked over to the door and pulled. The door wouldn't open so he tried pushing. Still nothing happened. Cody began knocking on the door hopeing that someone would open it for him. It never once crossed his mind that he was being held prisoner.

Carey should have had a total meltdown when Zack told her everything, but she knew she needed to stay strong. Wherever Cody was, Carey was bound and determined to get him back and she wouldthrow the sonofabitch named Joel in jail forever. She knew that Zack felt the same way.

"So what do we do?" asked Zack. He was sitting on the coffee table with his feet up indian style facing his mom.

"Do you have any idea what way Joel went?"

"No. I wasn't fast enough. I'm sorry. I should have known that Joel would kidnap him after he sent that note. I should have made Cody stay here."

"But you said Joel could break into our suite. I don't think Cody would be much safer. It's okay Zack. You did what you could, but right now we need to concentrate on finding Cody. Not concentrating on how we could have prevented this." Zack nodded his head and Carey continued. "Do you think Joel would exchange Cody for a ransom or something?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. He's not stupid. If I was him, I wouldn't want ransom money. It would just get the police involved and I would go to jail. If I know that, then he probably does, too."

"I see your point. What do you think he will do?"

Zack thought about that for a long time. He pretended he was Joel. It was kind of like those W.W.J.D braclets that people sometimes wore. What would Joel do? "He might just go to one of his friend's houses. I mean, I would. That way, if the cops came, my friend would go to jail instead of me."

Carey was kind of suprised that Zack had the mind of a criminal, especially if he turned out to be right. "Do you know who Joel's friends are?"

"Nope. Not a clue. But I bet we could go to Joel's parent's house. They would probably know."

"Chances are that they don't even know what Joel's been up to. They aren't going to be able to tell us who he hangs out with."

"Could we at least try? We have nothing to lose," Zack pleaded.

"Okay. But we don't even know what Joel's last name is."

"That's why we need to talk to the police."

Joel could hear banging from down in the basement. He knew Cody was awake now. There was nothing in the basement besides him that could make that amount of racket. He trotted down the basement stairs and approached the door. "Get away from the door kid. I'm going to open it, and you better not try to escape."

Cody did as he was told. He had no idea why his dad would think he would try to escape from his own house. Then the door swung open. Cody jumped back into the wall. Joel was not what he had suspected to see when the door opened. He imagined a man wearing a nice suit carrying a briefcase. Joel wore pants with holes in both knees and a dirty brown shirt. His hair was long and wavy, and looked like it had not been brushed for some time. "Dad?" Cody asked with his voice full of shock.

Hearing those words coming from Cody's mouth suprised Joel. I think I hit him a little too hard in the head last night, he thought. Joel was just about to tell Cody he wasn't his dad when an idea occured to him. If Cody couldn't remember who he was, then he wouldn't even have to lock him up. He could pretend that he really was his father! "Cody? Are you all right? Why are you locked up in the basement?"

"I don't know. I woke up here. I can't remember anything."

"Oh. I do remember you saying you were going to play down here. Maybe you hit your head on the wall. I bet you have a concussion or amnesia or something."

"Oh no. Shouldn't I go to the hospital?"

"No. You'll be fine. You just need to come upstairs and see if you can remember anything. I'm sure you'll get your memory back sooner or later."

Then Joel beckoned Cody to follow him as he went up the stairs. "This dent in the wall is from when you had a little temper tantrum. It was time to eat lucnh, but you wanted to play with your cars. When I took your car away, you grabbed a lamp and threw it at the wall. The lamp broke and glass was all over the floor. You cried when some flew onto your little legs and cut you." Cody seemed shocked by this memory. And by all the memories Joel shared. Each one he would picture in his head what had happened. By the end of the tour of the house, Cody was starting to remember all the things Joel described. Something in his head was bugging him though. He remembered going to a really nice hotel with Joel and meeting a boy the same age as him. His name was Zack, and his mom's name wasCarey. He also remembered the candy counter girl, Maddie, and the hotel owner's daughter, London. Somehow all of those people seemed much closer than just friends he met at a hotel. They almost seemed like...family.

Were you suprised that Cody can't remember anything? I am. I didn't origanally plan that part of the story but I figured it would make things a little more interesting. Ha ha ha. Please review!