tucker and Church stood back, staring at the private. Church stepped forward. "C-Caboose...It's me...Church. Remember? Church?" The expression on MJC's face remained unchanged; confused and a slightly bit scared. He shook his head. Church looked hurt. Tucker was shaing his head unbelievingly. The Blue leader stared into those sparling blue eyes. The young soldier's golden hair that slowly darkened into the deep chocolate at the back of his head. It had to be him. Church knew it. There was no way that the kid sitting in front of them wasn't their teammate. He looked exactly like him. The same young features, glowing sapphire orbs, that gleam. A look like that could've have belonged to anyone over twenty. Caboose had to be eighteen. At most.

"Caboose...." Church said it as a whisper, and it lingered in the air, screaming in the agony Church couldn't muster to show. He had to get Caboose to remember. He had to get physical proof. He culd get Doc! He had to know about amnesia! Wait....O'Malley...Maybe....He could get O'Maley to....No....That would be plain cruel.......Wait.....! Yea! Doc! Caboose's toe!

*flashback*

"Rest in peace, pinky toe..."

*end flashback*

"Hey....Um....Can you take off your right shoe?" He couldn't remember which foot.

The young private did so, though confused at the strange request.

One....Two....Three.....Four.....Five..... Nope.

"Now your left." MJC did so. Church crossed his fingers behind his back, catching the attention of a just realizing Tucker. Church showed a quick smile to Tucker, who glanced up, giving a weak, hopeful smile. Church and Tuckr turned heads as the last shoe thumped onto the floor. Church looked at his foot.

One....Two....Three....Four...............Five.

Ten toes. None missing from a random incident. No bullet wounds. No nothing. No proof. Church's heart fell, and sighed. An audible sob came as his breath caught. Church looked to tucker, who had started sobbing without any attempt at control. It was silent, however. Tucker was gaping, unsure what to do, as tears came tearing across his face. Tucker drooped his head and turned away out of the now seemingly smaller room. Church stared at MJC. Caboose was gone. Still. Forever. They would never hear the signature voice asking for a cookie, or his daily glass of orange juice. The silence and gloom seemed to rush all back in an instant. Blood Gulch needed Caboose. He looked once more into his eyes. He remembered that in Caboose's right eye, after O'Malley had left, his eye had been a slight redder that before. And in the kid that was in front of him now had that same, daresay, defect. Church looked deeper. He realized, at first glace, the private's eyes had been shining, happy, and carefree; seeming to admire anyone who looked at him directly. But as Church looked deeper, he realized there was a hidden layer. It was sad, and conflicting. Like he was eternally confused and fighting with himself. Like he didn;t know a damn thing that had happened before today. Missing an entire past.

Church left the room, pondering what had just happened. He had to find Doc. This had to be him. He just couldn't remember. The toe.....He could've gotten a fake one. That was a simple operation. Before the O'Malley outbreak, Doc could've done that easily without any second thoughts. He looked up in front of him to see the teal armored soldier he had arrived with. Taers were still silently pouring down his face.

"Aw. C'mon Tuck....Dignify yourself." Church continued to approach him and shook him gently by the shoulder. Tucker looked up. "I'm going back to base....." He managed.

"Alright. I think I'm gonna stay and talk with Donut." Their footsteps soon parted, enhancing the echoes they had had in the narrow corridor. Donut was on hands and kness, church observed, wiping up the blood from the passed morbid events.

"Donut?...."

"Yea?" He didn't look up.

"..." Church lost his thoughts as he watched the once so feminine soldier squeeze out the crimson stained cloth into the bucket, relesing the scarring red water without a second thought.

"Yea." Donut looked up, putting more emphasis on it this time.

"Oh. Um....You gonna be okay? I mean....Alone here? Or.....What?" Church locked eyes with him. His eyes were pink. Like light magenta. And then he realized something else. His hair was no longer that sandy blonde from before. It was snowy white. Church widened his view to the whole of Donut. He was albino!

"Yes. I'm Albino." Donut stated, reading Church's mind.

"So, how about it?" He said, dropping the topic. "You wanna come to Blue base? I'm sure it'd be good for the both of us."

A friendly smile soon spread over his face. "Yes. Yes, I;d like that very much. And I'm sure Cab-...MJC would like that too."