Just got done rereading Secrets of the Nile. Consider me re-motivated.

As Frank stepped into the hospital room, a warm feeling began to take over. There was a whiteboard on one wall with Nancy's name, age, and a few other details written in Nancy's handwriting on display. In another corner, there was a chair by a small window. A table sat next to the bed, which was currently occupied by a beautiful redheaded woman. She turned and smiled at Frank. "Nancy…" he breathed out. It felt like a thousand bricks had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders.

Nancy chuckled and watched as he stood in awe of her. Despite having multiple cuts and bruises, her blue eyes remained sparkling and her red hair still fiery. Her right foot was wrapped up in a bandage. She was leaning comfortably back against the bed in a cheap hospital gown. "I mean, Nancy Drew. It's been a long while." Frank stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Do you remember me? I'm Frank, Frank H-"

"Frank Hardy. I know," she answered and smiled. "Come on over," she gestured and scooted over on her bed. "I have a lot to ask you."

"That's what Dr. Nightguard said. How're you feeling?" Frank asked as he stepped closer. It all felt like a dream.

"Well, I can't remember anything, my right ankle is sprained, and my rib is broken. I guess I could be better," she joked lightly. Frank chuckled.

"Oh, I brought you some clothes to change into. I know you've never liked those flimsy gowns," Frank said as he dug into his backpack and pulled out a loose t-shirt and some sweatpants. "I can step outside if you'd like to change."

"No, that's okay. I might actually need your help," Nancy said lightly. It was as if she didn't want to admit she couldn't handle everything.

"Of course. I'll just turn around, and let me know if you need anything." He could hear shuffling behind him. "So, you seemed to recognize me."

"Yeah, about that," Nancy grunted as she put her shirt back on. "After my accident, all I can remember is swimming through darkness. I didn't understand where I was. But then, I heard a voice. It was trying to ask me something, trying to tell me something. I started swimming closer to it. I reached out and my hand was instantly in someone else's. When I looked up, it was you- whoa!" Frank heard a thud and turned around. Nancy had slipped off the edge of the bed and onto her butt after slipping her pants on. She groaned in pain from her rib.

"Here, let me," Frank said as he bent down and reached under her legs. "I'm gonna put my hand behind your back. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"Sure thing Hardy." Frank picked her up with ease and placed her back in bed. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "Anyway, you looked at me in the darkness and asked if I was okay. I didn't recognize you. You told me not to be worried, since it was just you, Frank Hardy. How did the doctors know to find you? They said my phone and wallet were missing." Frank chuckled and hesitated as he perched himself on the side of her bed.

"They said you were calling out for me in your sleep. The hospital called me yesterday. They asked me to be your support person. I hope that's okay with you."

"How far away were you when they called?"

"Bayport. That's where I live, with my brother Joe? We used to solve cases together, all three of us."

"Bess mentioned I was a detective. I wish I could remember those cases," Nancy said with a frown. Frank placed an arm around her.

"Hey, cheer up. You will, I promise. Dr. Nightguard said that your memories aren't gone, your brain just can't find a way back to the place where you keep your memories."

"Yeah, he told that to me too. I just wish I could remember everything, about my casework, about my family, my mom, my friends, and especially about us." The last comment took him aback.

"Us?"

"Yeah, you must have been really special to me for me to remember you. Will you tell me how we met?" Frank's cheeks were bright red. He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

"Sure. Comfy? It's a good story." Nancy snuggled into the blankets and nodded. "We were about six years old. I lived up in Bayport; you lived here, in River Heights. Our families were best friends. Your mom, she spent a lot of time in Scotland- that's a whole other story- and you guys were on your way to Scotland for a couple of weeks. Your first flight took you from River Heights to New York, where Bayport is. The second flight would take you from New York over to Scotland.

"But when you landed in New York, you found out that your second flight was canceled because of a storm in Glasgow, Scotland. My family reached out to you guys and you came and stayed with us. The flight would be delayed at least another thirty hours.

"When I met you, you were wearing a little yellow sundress and blue shoes. The colors didn't match, but you didn't care. You introduced yourself proudly as Nancy Drew and I… we were instantly friends. You, Joe, and I would play detective all evening, all night, and all morning. It was like we'd found the sister we'd never had. From that day on we kept in touch, and when your mother passed when you were ten, you threw yourself into your mysteries. It made you determined, but we grew closer from that. Ever since then, we've solved hundreds of cases together."

"Sheesh, Frank, it sure sounds like you had a real crush on me," Nancy joked. Frank swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Don't flatter yourself, Drew," he tried to joke, but it came off a little dry. "Besides, you've still got Ned."

"Ned?" Nancy's smile faded into a look of confusion. "Who's Ned?"

"Ned Nickerson, he's your boyfriend. I think he's out of town right now; otherwise I'm sure he'd come to see you. I brought a photo of him, as well as some other stuff from your room. Did you wanna see any of it?"

"Sure," Nancy replied and sat up. Frank grabbed his backpack and started digging. First he came to the photo of Ned. He sighed and set it up on the small table.

"This is a photo of Ned. You guys have been together for three years now. You're really close with him and you've loved each other for a long time," Frank trailed on as he looked at the picture. Focus, Hardy.

"Here's another picture of your family. This is your dad, Carson Drew. I think he came by to see you this morning," Frank explained. Nancy nodded. "The woman next to your dad is Hannah Gruen. She's your housekeeper, but she's been like a maternal figure to you since your mom passed away." Frank set the photo up on the nightstand. "I grabbed a memento from our case together in Hawaii, this little tiki mask," Frank explained as he set it next to the photos, "and I found your scrapbook of cases and a few books from the shelf outside your room. I know you how much you love a good book," Frank said with a smile.

"I also brought you the doll from our trip to Egypt together- again, another long story. You named her Cleopatra. I bought you one from the market place, but that one got destroyed in the investigation. So I was able to replace the doll before we left Egypt. I found her sitting in your room." Frank's eyes drifted to her left hand. An amethyst ring sat on her middle finger. He had a very fond memory of slipping that ring onto her finger in Egypt. She did still wear it after all…

"Wow Frank, you might as well have packed up my whole house," Nancy joked. "Thank you though. Maybe being surrounded by familiar faces and objects will help a little. Not to mention all of the reading I have to do now," Nancy said as she gestured to the books. Frank nodded to the ring.

"Your ring- it's very beautiful. Do you remember anything about it?" Nancy held her left hand out and looked down at it.

"Oh, thanks. I wish I did. When I woke up, the nurse said they had temporarily removed it to bandage me all up and wash off the blood, and she asked if I wanted it tucked away with my belongings- which my dad picked up this morning- or if I wanted to wear it. I figured if I wore before the accident, I should keep wearing it. I want to still be me, and it must mean something to me if I have it on. Why do you ask? Do you remember anything about it? You seem to know a lot about me," Nancy questioned. Frank hesitated as he looked at the ring.

"I wish I did know something about it," he replied with a sad smile. "I'll ask around though. We'll figure it out," Frank reassured her. Suddenly his phone went off. Bess was calling him. "Shoot, it's Bess. I'll be right back." Frank answered the phone and stepped outside of the hospital room. "Hello?"

"How is she?" Bess asked, wasting no time in pleasantries.

"She seems alright. She remembers me, but nothing about our past. She seemed really confused when I mentioned Ned though. I even showed her a picture and she didn't remember him as her boyfriend at all."

"You did what?" Bess asked in disbelief.

"I mean, I've been wondering where he's been, too. He really should be with Nancy."

"Frank, Ned and Nancy broke up six months ago."