"What do you mean you don't know who you are?" asked Victoria. Surely everybody knew who they were, it was the first thing you knew. "How can you not know who you are?" "You mean you don't have a name?" "Everyone has a name, don't be stupid, Lhumin." "I AM NOT STUPID!"

"QUIET!"

"I don't know who I am, and arguing isn't gonna help! Can anyone please tell me what happened to me?" said Ben. He started to get confused, and the realization of not being able to remember, well, ANYTHING had frightened him. He had no need for fighting mummy's and snarky ghost's."I think I know why you don't know your name." Beatrice had spoken up. She had finished her medical check and she was ready to comfort Ben.

"You have amnesia."

"Amnesia?" "Yes, you have amnesia, It basically means you lost your memory, and can't remember anything." said Beatrice. She had found several bruises and bumps, one of them rather big, and on his head. Other injuries were a few cuts and scrapes, and a small burn on his chest. They did not appear to be serious, and would heal fast. She wasn't completely sure though, since she had never treated or heard of his species before, so she had to work with a resemblance with Transylians.

"Wait a sec, if he doesn't remember a thing, how can he talk and stuff?" Asked Lhumin, always the subtle one. "He seems to have a semi-mild memory-loss. He knows how to talk and breathe, because it happens either out of habit or instincts. However, more complex memory's like name's, family, species and places like his home are forgotten," explained Beatrice, a little angry that Lhumin had to be so blunt. Not like her sister was any better."So his fiddling with that watch was a habit of him before he forgot everything?"said Viktoria, as she pointed at Ben. And sure enough, Ben, who had been a bit nervous, had started to play with the watch. He hadn't even noticed he had been doing it until Viktoria had pointed it out. "Yes, most likely, other habits of our friend here have survived as well." Beatrice tried to stay positive, even though the boy seemed friendly, they still had no idea what kind of person he had been, and now they had no way of knowing. "Okay, so I still do the same stuff I did before, but what about my memories? How can I get them back? CAN I get them back? If I don't know who I was, then-" "Calm down. It might be possible to get your memory back, but it won't be easy," said Beatrice, kindly and effectively shutting the boy up. "We just need to trigger your memory, going somewhere familiar, meeting an old friend anything really." "Anything? Cause he seems pretty familiar with that watch and that hasn't stirred anything." Said an ever-skeptical Ahf-Ryght. "Yeah, his clothes haven't brought up any stories of old either!" said Lhumin. "OH OH I KNOW I KNOW!" yelled a certain Transylian. "Maybe it has to be a really important memory, or a very powerful one!" "Yes Viktoria, only a powerful memory can trigger his recovery. Now will you please sit down?"

"Okay, but what am I supposed to do until I get my memory back?"

At that the room went silent. Ahf-Ryght was the first one to speak up."He's got a good point. What do we do now; I mean the people on Anur Transyl aren't very keen on other alien species. I don't think one looking like this will be greeted with much kindness." "Well we can't keep him in this room forever, if he wants a shot at remembering things." "But how do we get a teenage whateveryouare in this town without creating a angry mob?" "ANGRY MOB!?" "Don't worry, and yes, we need to think of something." "What if we take photo's of everything and show them to him, see if it helps!" "Lhumin, that is your dumbest idea yet!" "IT IS NOT!" "Really, you had even dumber idea's? Please tell me more about them. See if it makes me laugh!" "SHUT UP AHF-RYGHT!"

"What if we disguise him?"

Moxy, though a quiet child, often had ideas like this, and usually the idea's worked. "Moxy, you are a genius!" beamed Viktoria. She ran down the stairs, and grabbed her sewing kit. "Bea, you said he looked like a Transylian right? We could disguise him as that!" "You are right, Viktoria. Ahf-Ryght, can you get your make-up case from home?" "WHO TOLD YOU I HAD A MAKE-UP CASE?" "Can you just go get it?" "…fine. BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE." Ben was confused."Why is she so defensive over a make-up case?" Lhumin answered, "She's a ghost, she has no need for make-up. It's a Etonurite thing." "Okay? So what is happening right now?" "Basically, we're gonna cover you in grey make-up, glue black stitches and copper conductors on you and put you in Transylian clothes and hope for the best!" "Great. Thanks for the summary, Lhumin." "No biggie! I'm just glad I'm not the only guy anymore."

"It's done!" "And I'm back!"

At the end of the day Ben looked like a proper Transylian. His skin was a light grey, with a darker grey hue on his face, which followed his cheekbones and up. On his neck the left side was dark, and on his left arm the dark hue was on most of his arm, except on the top and the fingers. His right arm only had a dark spot on the top of his arm, and his fingers were light grey. On the lines where the hue's met they had glued on black stitches, and his hair had been dyed black with a white streak in the middle. He wore a white short-sleeved dress-shirt and he had a green bow around his neck, matching the color of the Omnitrix. He also wore a dark-blue bib & brace, with copper buttons. He donned black fingerless gloves with copper braces and black shoes with copper soles. He had been given a few copper conductors, but not the big ones, since they should not appear until adulthood.

All in all he looked good for a Transylian disguised human.

"You think it will work?" said Viktoria. "It better work, we have to get out of here, my dad can get home any minute." said Moxy. "Then we better go to our place." Said Beatrice. They had decided Ben would live there for now, since Beatrice and Viktoria lived alone, and he could pose as their cousin without any one asking questions. "Are you ready, Mr. Transylian?" asked Lhumin jokingly.

"Ready as I'll ever be, let's go!" said Ben; as they stepped through the door, out in the open.