Frank stood in the growing line of people patiently waiting for cheap hospital cafeteria food. He looked across today's menu and decided to play it safe with a sandwich and some apple slices. How could a cafeteria mess up that?

Turns out they could severely mess it up. Frank's apple slices were mushy and the bread was on the stale side. He sighed and tried to force the food down his throat as he dialed Joe's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey little brother," Frank began, "when are you getting in to River Heights?"

"Hopefully around 10:30 tomorrow morning. The flight I'm on is pretty booked; I just hope they didn't overbook. I'll just have to put the trademark Hardy charm in case they try to kick me off that flight! How's Nancy doing?"

"She's okay. Did you know that her and Ned broke up six months ago?"

Joe's tone changed instantly. "Frank..."

"What?"

"You know this is not the time or place for that. Do I need to have you read my poem again?" Frank couldn't tell if the horrid taste in his mouth was from the food he was trying to eat or the memory of reading that awful poem to Nancy while she was in Germany.

"I know, Joe. I can control myself. How did you get Ryan to turn over the purse?" Joe seemed to let the subject change slide.

"Well, when a kid is picking on you at school, and you tell them to stop but they don't, who do you go to then?"

"The kid's parents," Frank replied with a swallow of a mushy apple slice. "You went to Ryan's parents?"

"Better. I went to the coach of Bayport High's esteemed football team. Told the coach that his quarterback could be in legal trouble. I think it scared him enough to give up the purse, which had been stolen on a dare from his football buddies."

"Good thinking. I never did like that guy," Frank replied.

"It's just because Callie picked him over you," Joe teased.

"Oh, no it's not. I could care less about that," Frank answered. "Look, just get down here safe and call me when you get in, okay?"

"Will do. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Joe exclaimed before hanging up. Frank sighed and slipped his phone into his pocket. He gave up on eating lunch and dumped the leftovers into a nearby trashcan. Frank gathered his bag and walked into the hallway to see if Nancy was awake.

Nancy groaned as she looked at the board in front of her. She'd remembered her age, full name, phone number, and height, but she could not recall the details of her parent's names, address, birthday, or birthplace. She groaned again as she rubbed her head. Being on her feet felt nice, but she was getting a headache from pushing herself to remember such basic details about herself. "Frank can do it, so why can't I? He remembers everything about me..." Nancy mused.

Perhaps Frank would tell her about her birthday when he came back from lunch. Her thoughts shifted to Mount Mirage. She remembered a lot about their time in the cabin, including some small details that Frank hadn't mentioned. She had definitely remembered that first kiss they'd shared, and all of the ones after that. That time in the cabin had been quite incredible... but when she came back to the lodge and Ned was waiting, Nancy knew she wasn't ready. She had always believed that Ned knew exactly what had happened in that cabin, but was too afraid to say it out loud. Talking about the situation made it real, which terrified all of them. Dreaming about it kept it exactly as it was- a magical dreamlike memory.

The door creaked open slowly after a light knock. In stepped the object of her fascinations. "Hi Frank," Nancy started with a smile.

"Nancy. It's good to see you again," Frank started, "and on your feet, too."

"I'll have to admit, I missed standing," Nancy joked. Frank set his bag down by Nancy's bed and walked over to her.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? I can bring you a change of clothes next time I see you," Frank doted on her. "Maybe a chair to sit down in? Isn't your foot hurting by now?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I got it," Nancy replied with a smile. Frank grinned in reply.

"There's my hardheaded detective. So, what are we working on here?" Frank asked as he turned to the whiteboard. Nancy quickly explained her predicament. "Maybe I have something that could help," he replied and walked over to his backpack. Frank grabbed Nancy's diary and handed it over to her. "I found this hidden in your desk. It's in your handwriting."

"Wow Frank. Do you steal all of my stuff in your free time?" Frank felt his cheeks get warmer.

"Nah, just the stuff I'm interested in." Nancy chuckled and began to flip through the pages.

"Wow, this really dates back," Nancy said as she flipped through the pages. "This is perfect, Frank. Thank you," Nancy said as she looked up with a smile. "I can't wait to read all about myself," she said with a chuckle. Frank laughed in reply.

Nancy's face soon fell serious. "Frank... I would really love to hear about Egypt. From you," she concluded. Frank's face lost the playful smirk. "Bess sort of told me what happened, but I would really like to hear the story from you."

"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea yet."

"Please Frank? It would mean a lot to me. Bess can only tell me so much since she wasn't there for every moment."

Frank gave a heavy sigh. "Well, alright. It was definitely a dangerous case. Our assignment was to-"

"No. Us. I want to know about us from Egypt. Please Frank. I hate not remembering why I feel certain ways or why my heart hurts when I look at the ring on my finger. And I know it's tough to talk about because I already feel the tension between us now just thinking about Egypt but I have to know. You can't keep my own memories from me."

"Nance, please listen. I'm not ready to tell you about Egypt. It's for your own good. You're not ready to hear about it."

"Frank! You can't keep myself from me!"

"Nan, listen to me! I'm afraid of telling you about Egypt because I'm afraid of what might happen if I do! I want you to be you! I want you to act based on all of your memories and not just a few about me! I don't want to rush you into something that you're not ready for."

"You and I both know that's not fair," Nancy started. "And you and I both know that you read my diary. And you and I both know you're in that diary, that your name is penned in my hand and in more than a friendly way. I may not remember some things, but I can't forget the way I feel. You can't forget your feelings, or where your heart lies." Frank sat down on the edge of the bed and let his head rest in his hands. "I know I'm still me deep down. And I know it's a bad idea to get tangled up in anything serious right now. But when have we ever avoided danger?" Frank gave a chuckle.

"That is a fair point."

"Frank. Help me rediscover myself. But don't stop me from finding myself. Maybe while I'm figuring me out, we can figure us out too," Nancy started with a small smile. "We don't need to put a label on anything. I know we're both analytical, and I know we need to solve every puzzle we've ever been presented with. But maybe we could take this one slow." Frank was quiet for a long time. Then he scooted aside on the edge of Nancy's bed and patted the space next to him. Nancy slowly stumbled to the bed with her crutches and sat down next to him.

"We were both seeing other people. I was with Callie, and you were happy with Ned. We had to go undercover as a married couple. I asked in several ways if you were comfortable with it, and every time you said yes. You always said yes, Nan.

"A lot of things happen in Egypt that pushed the way I felt about you. There was a point during the case where you got hurt. You had earned yourself a concussion and a place in the infirmary. I sat by your bedside for hours, Nance. I couldn't leave. I sat there and held your hand and kept watch over you because God I couldn't bring myself to leave your side. I was there when you woke up, and I slept in the chair beside your bed while you slept." Nancy's hand slowly crept into Frank's hand. She grasped his fingers tightly between her own.

"We had almost kissed in the back of a taxi cab, but the cab stopped and jolted us back before my lips could touch yours. I remember how red your cheeks were. You were blushing so incredibly hard, but you looked so beautiful." Nancy smiled and felt a cold metal piece on Frank's hand. She looked down to see a gold band on his ring finger. Frank watched her connect the dots in her brain.

"Yeah, I still wear my ring too. I can't imagine not wearing it. Ever since Egypt, I've worn it because it feels like you're there with me, through every case and every difficult decision I've made. That night on the balcony, the last night in Egypt, I never regretted kissing you. Not once, not ever. My only regret was not arguing my feelings better."

"We both picked our significant others instead of each other," Nancy concluded. "I remember. It was the wrong decision, wasn't it?" Frank let go of her hand and let his own hands cup the back of her head.

"I don't think the decision mattered. We ended up here anyway. If we'd changed our decision, this would've happened a year earlier. And I know you don't believe in fate, and neither do I, but God Nance-"

"Please stop talking and kiss me," Nancy begged.

Frank didn't deny her request.