A/N: Sorry for not updating a little faster, I know how sucky it is to wait around for things...heh. Anyway, this is where the humor comes in a little stronger, so I hope you like it while it's here, because, while it won't be sad or angsty, the next chapter might not be as cheerful.

"So?" Satomi clasped her hands together anxiously, and smiled. "Remember anything?"

Takeshi stared for a moment longer at the mech and then answered with a straightforward "No."

"Are you sure? Try really hard. Come on, you don't remember being in the mech and racing?"

"Nope."

"Nothing at all? Hmm….." Satomi paused. "Well, how about you look around the rest of the building, and then later we can go to the track! Maybe that will jog your brain some!" she was overly excited and apprehensive. A quick look of alarm jumped onto her face. "….If you think you'd be ok being there." To Takeshi, her statement made absolutely no sense to him, but he didn't look much into it.

"Sure," Takeshi gave a small shrug.

"All right! I have a few matters to attend to first, so I'll let you stay here a little longer and see if you remember anything. I'll send Amy and Liz down to show you around, ok?" Satomi asked as the door slid open.

"Sure," Takeshi said, continuing to stare up at the mech. Satomi sighed heavily, feeling she just lost hope of getting her pilot back to normal and walked down the hall way.

"Hey," another voice came out from behind the mech. Takeshi looked to see a man with glasses and his hair pulled back. He stared in bafflement at him. "Oh, that's right. I'm Mark, the mechanic."

"Oh…hi…" Takeshi turned away. There was a long moment of silence, before Takeshi found he couldn't take much more of it. "So…did you build all of these?" he pointed up to the mechs.

"What? Oh, no! I didn't build them completely, but I do repairs and such. You know, the basic job of a mechanic," he smiled.

"So…you're like a care taker to, in a sense?"

"Right. I make sure they're ready to go for each race…or fix anything that's happened during the race…" his voice trailed off, as he, himself recalled something about a race. Something he couldn't fix.

Takeshi turned his head slightly at him, wondering why he, Mark, seemed so upset now. He was the first one out of the people he'd talked to, to talk about races at all. And now his seeming upset led Takeshi to believe that they were purposely avoiding talking about the races all together. Then he recalled Satomi's incongruous statement. They weren't telling him something. He was so concentrated on his thoughts; Takeshi didn't hear Amy and Liz come up behind him.

"Oy, Takeshi!" Liz slapped him on the shoulder. He couldn't help but jump some and everyone took the time to express amusement, much to his dismay. A slight tint of color rose to his face.

"We were told to take you around," Amy chimed in once she managed to stop giggling.

"Uh…right…" he muttered, feeling embarrassed for jumping.

"Come on already," Liz grabbed his arm and began to drag him towards the door.

"It was nice meeting you…again, I think….Mark!" Takeshi called as Liz nearly tore his arm off trying to pull him faster. "Hey! I already have a head injury! Do you want to hurt me more or something?" Mark laughed.

"So where should we take him first?" Amy asked.

"How about the training room?" she smiled some what wickedly, and Amy could see her plans to try to and practice throwing him.

"How about we go see Andre? Maybe some of the plays or reviews from races will help," Amy suggested. Takeshi's arm was beginning to lose feeling from Liz's grip.

"No, we can't do that! It's a little soon to show him the review of that race!"

"I wasn't talking about that race! I just mean other ones!"

"I still think we should see if he remembers any of his techniques!"

"And I still think we should see if he remembers anything from old races!"

Takeshi looked back and forth as each girl said something else until his head got dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment, only to find he was slammed against something, or to be precise, some one.

"Watch were you're going, idiot," Takeshi opened his eyes and saw the blonde boy in front of him.

"Sorry."

"Right…" River grumbled. "I bet you're just using this whole amnesia thing to get out of the next race. I bet you're scared!" he laughed.

"What? I don't even know you! What are you doing saying all that crap!"

"You do too know me! I'm River!"

"Pfft! River? What kinda name is that?" Takeshi huffed.

"A good name!" he retaliated.

"More like a drugged up hippie name!"

"You wanna go there!"

"Bring it on, jerk!"

"God…" Liz sighed. "He doesn't even remember him, and they still fight."

"It seems that's just the way they are, no matter what may happen," Amy added. Takeshi and River continued to bicker on and on. Luca meowed.