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Flashback Thinking"Talking"
Lana opened her eyes slowly to see a yellow headed duck, looking out the wide-paned window.

"Wh—wh-- where am I?" Lana asked the duck.

"Your in the infirmary," He explained as he placed his hand over Lana's.

Lana jerked her hand back, startled by the sudden sensation that filled her body, and; as she at up in bed, she suddenly felt a breeze.

"It's a little chilly in here. Do you suppose. . . . ?" Lana asked the yellow haired duck as she observed her surroundings.

"Uhhhh, I guess. . ." The duck replied.

Lana looked around to observe the room and its horrible paintjob.

"Cool poster," Lana thought out loud.

After shutting the window he walked back over to Lana's bed.

"Yeah, I though ya'd like it. The name's Nosedive," He went on, extending a hand for Lana to shake.

Lana paused for a minute, not sure what to do. Should she take his hand? Should she ignore him?

Lana's hand was only inches away from Nosedive's when she was startled by a voice at the door.

"But you can call him Dive if ya want to,"

It was Duke. Lana jerked her hand back and sat silently.

She felt like a child does after getting caught trying to take a cookie from the cookie jar before dinnertime.

"Duke, there you are! I was just--" Nosedive started to explain, as if he wasn't supposed to be there.

"I told you not to bother--" Duke went on.

"Duke! It's alright!" Lana shouted, before an argument could insue.

The three ducks stood, silence filled the room like coffee fills it's mug in the morning.

"Get out!" Duke insisted harshly.

Nosedive slowly got up from Lana's bedside and took a step towards the burgundy couch at the opposite wall.

"Whatever." Nosedive grunted as he grabbed his white vest from the couch and stalked out of the room.

"What the heck's your problem?!" Lana shouted as she threw the covers of her bed off to the side.

I wonder if Duke even knows who I am?! He might've gotten me confused with someone else. . . . Does he remember me. . . . .? Lana thought as she looked at Duke in awe.

He was the first one to speak.

"Ya don't know what he's like," Duke began to explain.

"Whatever," Lana replied quickly.

"See! He's already rubbing off on ya." Duke said as he took a step towards Lana.

Lana gasped as a piece of hair fell onto her face, hiding one of her amazing blue eyes. "So, who are those other ducks that were with you?"

"Well, they're my--- my---," Duke said before Lana interrupted him.

"Family," Lana finished for him. "Listen, I'm not a two-year-old. You can tell me things like they're black and white. Don't sugar coat anything!"

"Aw, C'mon Lana! You know your still my favorite girl!" Duke shouted, angry at Lana's stubbornness.

"Whatever you say. . . almighty thief!" Lana replied jokingly.

"Whata ya say we get a bite to eat?" Duke asked, trying to change the subject.

"No thanks, I'm gonna go observe my surroundings," Lana replied with a fake laugh. "And see if I can find that kid and apologize to him for you,"

Duke laughed uneasily as Lana slowly stepped onto the cold linoleum floor.

"No seriously, where are you going?" He asked Lana as she picked up her saber and slid it into her belt.

"I'm going to find that kid!" She replied as she ran out of the room.