The grave of Aelita was tall, grey, and lonely. Odd and Jeremie where watching it quietly. It was December, and almost Christmas. It had been three months since Aelita Stones' funeral, and her grave was already rusting.

Jeremie had three pink roses in his hands. "It may not be Christmas colors," he explained at the floral shop. "But it is her favorite color."

In Odd's hand he held three white roses. It was the same color as her beautiful dress she was still wearing.

Jeremie had some tears in his eyes now. He softly laid the pink roses on top of the light snow.

"Last Christmas, I got her a new pink jacket," Jeremie said, sniffing. "She loved it. She wore it until March and we told her to take it off." He smiled, remembering the good times.

"You loved her, didn't you?" Odd asked. He stared at Jeremie's light blue eyes hard.

Jeremie chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "I did. Even when you two were going out, I felt jealous. But she was still my best friend, and I knew she was happier with you."

"I'm sorry," Odd said. "I must have been a jerk back then."

"No, you weren't. You were the one that held us all together. It's hard being a team, friends, and having relationships."

"But you deserved her."

Jeremie shook his head. "I never saved her."

"Do you miss Aelita now?" Odd asked. "Do you still love her?"

"I think I will, forever," Jeremie said. "But I had to let her go."

Odd felt a tear pop out from his eye. He sniffed. "I can't believed I loved her, and didn't even know her."

Jeremie nodded. "It's not your fault. You tried to save her."

Odd looked up. "Why won't you tell me what happened? My parents think I fell down some steps, but I know that's not what happened."

Jeremie stared at him for a long time. A light snow began to fall, and the cemetery lights came on. Jeremie quietly walked away.

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The next day, Christmas Day, Yumi and Jeremie were gone leavening Ulrich and Odd alone. A special feast was laid out in the cafeteria.

Odd picked at his food, but didn't eat much.

"You always had a field day on Christmas," Ulrich said. He stuffed a piece of turkey in his mouth. "You loved to eat."

"I hate eating now," Odd said. "For some stupid reason, I feel so depressed."

"Why?"

"I mean, not only does my head hurt all the time but the teachers hate me. I have failing grades, and that kid names Sissy is bugging the heck out of me. I don't remember anything."

Ulrich took a scoop of potatoes and stuffed it in his mouth. He swallowed and nodded.

"But we all still want to be your friends," he said. "Me, Jeremie, and Yumi. Even if your different, your still Odd. I know deep inside you, that thick-headed clown is still there, waiting to come out. And it will."

"But you don't know that," Odd said. "The doctor said the chances of my memory coming back are very slim."

"But I know you will remember," Ulrich said. "I have Faith in you, Odd."

Odd jammed his fork into his slice of meat. "I lost my faith in myself a long time ago," he said and stood up, leavening Ulrich alone at the table.

Ulrich sighed. He still loved Odd like a brother, but he missed the old Odd. The old Odd was never depressed, only when he was dumped or if something horrible had happened like kiwi was sick or something. But when Odd was depressed, Ulrich felt depressed too.

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The snow was still falling by the time Odd reached the cemetery. He walked slowly along to small brick road that was covered in a soft sheet of snow, leavening foot prints from his purple boots.

"Aelita Stones," Odd said. "Aelita…" his breath made a foggy mist come out and float through the air until disappearing.

Instead of going to Aelita's Grave stone, Odd walked on into a small forest. It was too quiet, and he felt as if something was watching him. But he walked on down a path, wondering where it would lead.

Odd stopped when he saw a figure a head on the trail. He wasn't sure it was anything. It could be a snowman, for all he knew. It seemed to blend in with the surroundings.

Odd made his way up the path slowly and quietly. Then he saw the figure.

The figure was a beautiful white wolf. It's coat was a glossy white, with some gray flecks in it. The eyes were the greenest he had ever seen, like the forest.

The wolf looked at him and stood up. Then a gust of wind blew, and the wolf looked up. Looking at him again, it walked away.

Odd ran ahead, but the wolf was gone.