I wake up to the light of day streaming through the window. I rub my eyes sitting up in bed. Ferb is not here. "Hello?" I call out.

I hear movement in the next room. Candace appears in the doorway. "Good morning, sleepyhead,"

She carries me to the bathroom and places me on the side of the tub. "We can't get your casts wet but the doctor said your scrapes should be good by now, so we can take those bandages off."

She starts with the one on my forehead. My hair is a bit matted around it. Then she takes the ones off of my palms. They are red and raw but the fresh air feels nice. She takes off my pajama top and squirts some body wash on a washcloth. Giving it to me I rub it in my armpits and over my chest as she brushes dry shampoo through my hair. Candace leaves to get me clothes as a rinse myself and brush my teeth. I stare in the mirror. I have the same striking red hair as my mother, (Candace's is a bit softer orange, closer to strawberry blonde) and a sharp, defining nose. I examine every freckle. We all have rather pointed chins. At least my mom's side. My dad's side isn't related to us, I guess. Ferb is my step brother. I don't think it matters. I can tell they all love me just the same and I'm sure I feel that way, too. My eyes are deep blue. I stare into them. They know things, things I could not possibly tell you. I touch the scar healing on my forehead. Whatever happened to me must have been bad but I can't remember… Candace materializes with my clothes. She helps me into an orange and white striped shirt and blue cargo shorts. They're comfortable, It's nice. Candace picks me up and I wrap my legs around her for security as she carries me down the stairs. She places me in my wheelchair and we go into the kitchen. Ferb is already there making eggs. He pours me a glass of orange juice. The food is nice although it sits like a rock in my stomach from only being tube fed for two weeks. "Oh, good you're up," mom says. "You have physical therapy at 10:30. Your dad is at the antique shop and I have some errands to run, so I'm going to trust you guys alone. Please be careful."

She says the last part almost like she's doubting it. She kisses Candace on the forehead and leaves. Perry chirrs at my feet and I give him a clump of scrambled egg. "So," Candace says finally, "what do you want to do for the next two and a half hours?"

The puzzle last night was awesome, it was a picture of a roller coaster. Maybe that's what happened to me, maybe I fell off a rollercoaster. At least that would be cool. Nobody has really talked about what happened. Mom seems a little mad at Candace. "I think i just wanna talk." I say parking myself next to the sofa.

"Are you sure? Candace asks incredulously.

"I'm sure," I affirm, scratching Perry's rump, he seems to like the spot right at the base of his tail the best. Ferb sits on the sofa next to me and Candace opens the blinds revealing a quaint backyard with a single oak tree. She sits next to Ferb "So," she starts.

"Why am I hurt so badly?" I ask.

This seems to make them uncomfortable. "Y...you guys had a… haunted house," Candace says tentatively, "And you fell out of it."

"A haunted house?"

"Yeah, for some reason a helicopter just carried it like 30 feet in the air"

"No, I mean what do you mean 'We had a haunted house?'"

"You really don't remember anything do you?" she sighs.

"No."

Ferb looks like he's trying to stare a hole into the ground. "You guys make crazy stuff like every day," she continues. "Well its not always making stuff sometimes it's stupid things like telling everyone what an, an olgort is."

Ferb smiles at that. "'You guys' like me 'n Ferb?"

"Yeah, and sometimes your friends. Usually Issabella,"

"I like her."

"One time you guys built a whole beach in the backyard,"

"No way,"

"Yes way,"

"Do you do this stuff with us?" I ask Candace.

"Um, sometimes… Not usually. I'm normally try to bust you,"

"Bust us?"

"Yeah,"

"Why?"

"Uh, w...well," Candace spatters, "the stuff you guys do is dangerous; and if it's not, it's so outlandish that I just have to!"

"Dangerous, like the haunted house?"

"Mmm… yeah, but the way you got hurt didn't really have anything to do with what you did. It was really out of your control."

"So why is mom mad at you?"

Candace bites her lip. "She's not mad at me… she just… doesn't believe me."
"What do you mean?"

"She thinks you were playing on the roof or something."

"That's silly." I protest.

"Not as silly as a haunted house in the backyard getting carried off by a helicopter!"

"Was it a cool haunted house, at least?"

"The coolest," Ferb replies.

"And why cant I remember anything?"

"Phineas, you fell 30 feet!"

An awkward silence falls upon the room. I notice that Perry is missing. "I guess it kinda was my fault though, I should have been watching you closer."

"No, it's not what could you have done?"

"I, I, I don't know, saved you."

The door opens and Mom enters with grocery bags and the mail. "Hey kiddos," she greets.

"Mom did you know I fell from a haunted house 30 feet in the air?!"

"Aw, poor thing you hit your head pretty hard," She says putting her free hand on my forehead

Yes, yes I did, but that was after so I don't see what that has to do with it. I silently wonder where Perry is, I am missing his soft teal fur. He's comforting to me. I am sure we love each other very much. " I ran into Buford's mom at the store. She said he'll come over after your PT," mom says from the kitchen. "He'll bring Baljeet with him."

"Let's do something fun until then," I say.

"Like what, exactly? We only have 45 minutes." Candace snorts.

" I don't know…" I admit.

Candace silently takes the monkey wrench Ferb had raised and sets it aside. We settle on Candace telling us more stories about our escapades. I can't believe some of the stuff she says. Some things would require us to break the laws of physics and defy basic logic. It sounds awesome, though. I'm starting to get antsy. The doorbell rings. I bet it's the physical therapist. "Hello," mom says "thank you so much for coming." she leads her to me with a wave of her hand, "This is Miss Phillips"

"Hi," she says, squatting in front of my wheelchair to talk to me at eye level. "Please, call me Mackenzie."

"Hi, I'm Phineas, I guess."

I wave slightly. I don't feel like i'm a shy person, but there's something about meeting people when you can't remember having a personality. "Why don't we go into the backyard and start some exercises?"