"Uncle Jesse, he's got about 5 minutes to get home before I go out lookin' for him." Bo muttered as he stood up to peer out the kitchen window for the tenth time in as many minutes.

"Just simmer down Bo. Luke told us he might be back late and not to worry about him."

"Well how late is late? What if he's not back by tomorrow morning?"

Jesse shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his coffee. "Well that's when we worry about him."

"You know it wouldn't be such a big deal if his buddy Vincent hadn't called the house and told us that Luke left the reunion at eleven this morning." Bo replied, rubbing a hand through his hair as he sat at the table once again. "That was ten hours ago. It don't take no more than two to get back to Hazzard."

"Well maybe he had other plans for the rest of his day." Jesse replied. "Luke's a grown man, Bo. He's got the right to go out and have time fer himself without havin' to supply us with a copy of his itinerary."

"Yeah, well I'll be glad to mind my own business concernin' his whereabouts so long as I know he ain't off in a ditch somewhere." Bo replied, standing up again and pushing his chair under the table. Going over to the CB, he picked it up. "This is Bo Duke calling Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, you out there somewhere?"

This is Roscooooooo P. Coltrane comin' back at cha. Uh, what is it this time Bo?"

"I's just wonderin' if maybe you'd heard of any car accidents here in the county."

"In the five minutes since the last time you called? No." Rosco replied.

"Well is there any way you could call Sheriff Little and………."

"I done called him three times!" Rosco interrupted Bo. "He said he's let us know if something came up, and so far, I ain't heard from him. Don't know why he'd lie to us about it."

"Thanks Rosco." Bo offered with some gratitude.

"Well as they say in Hollywood, don't call us, we'll call you. Over and out." The sheriff replied, ending the conversation.

Smirking, Bo laid the CB handle down just in time to hear the sound of a vehicle outside. Looking at his uncle, he smiled and gave him a couple of pats on the shoulder before he trotted toward the door.

"See, I told ya it's too early ta worry." Jesse reminded him.

"Welcome home!" Bo exclaimed, ignoring Jesse as he threw open the door and greeted the arrival of his cousin.

"Well my my! Is this an impromptu homecoming party or did ya have time to go out 'nd buy a cake first?" Daisy giggled, offering Bo a kiss on the cheek before she went in the house.

"I thought you's Luke." Bo solemnly explained as he closed the door.

"Evenin' Daisy." Uncle Jesse greeted her. "You're home early."

"We had a slow night at the Boar's Nest." She simply replied, bending her knee back in order to remove her shoe.

"Well, hate to say goodbye right after hello, but I think yer old Uncle Jesse's 'bout ready for bed." He announced, getting up from his chair with a slight groan. "I wrapped ya up a plate. It's in the refrigerator. And Bo…" He then said, turning to his youngest. "I think it might do you good to get some sleep too. I'm sure Luke's alright. That's one boy I can trust to take care of himself."

"Yes sir." Bo replied, acknowledging Jesse's instruction while wondering if there was a hidden message for him at the end of the Jesse's statement.

"Somethin' wrong with Luke?" Daisy asked after Jesse had closed his bedroom door.

"I dunno, somethin' just don't feel right." Bo replied, relaying to Daisy the reasons behind his feelings.

"Well I'm leaning toward Uncle Jesse's way of thinking." Daisy explained. "It ain't unheard of for Luke to go off and do other stuff after a trip like that, 'specially when he's in Atlanta. You know how he likes going to all those civil war museums around there."

"Yeah well…." Bo trailed off.

"Yeah well…. you better take Jesse's advice and go on to bed." She replied, turning him in the direction of his room and patting him forward. "If Luke's had as full a day as we've assumed, you just might have the chores all to yourself tomorrow."

"Looks like I'm outnumbered." Bo replied with a slight smile, turning to kiss Daisy goodnight.

After Bo had closed his own bedroom door, Daisy turned toward the refrigerator and pulled out the plate Jesse had left for her. Sliding it into the stove that had already been set on warm, she sat at the table to wait, wrapped up in her own thoughts. The fact that Bo was worrying about Luke was concerning. Had Bo not said anything, she wouldn't have even been anticipating Luke's arrival yet. But she also knew that her younger cousin had inherited an abundant share of the famous Duke gut feeling. He could sense when something was wrong, especially where Luke was concerned.

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"What?" Kathleen asked with a look of mild shock on her face.

"Well, I thought you mighta found my wallet 'fore you threw my pants in the wash over there."

"You mean you don't know who you are?"

Luke shook his head.

"What can you remember? Anything?"

Luke paused for a moment as he thought. "Nothings coming to mind, well 'cept for……a war. Seems like I might have been in a war or somethin'."

Kathleen nodded as she put the sleeping baby down. Having a soldier's training certainly helped to explain why he handled a thing like having amnesia so lightly. "Anything else?" She asked, grabbing a long bandage before she sat at the edge of the bed, preparing to wrap his ankle..

"Yeah." Luke replied as he winced at having his ankle moved again. "Kinda weird, but for some reason I keep thinking about the color orange."

Kathleen found that fact rather odd herself but didn't say so out loud as she began to wrap his ankle. "Well how about your mother, or your father. Can you remember them?"

Luke thought for a moment but in the end simply shook his head again.

"So you can't remember anything, anything at all except for bein' in a war and the color orange."

Luke leaned back and closed his eyes, concentrating as hard as he could. When he opened them, no wiser as to who he was than when they were closed, he noticed that Kathleen was doing some hard thinking of her own. Eventually a slight smile appeared on her face. Luke noticed the smile, but didn't comprehend that it was the kind of smile that indicated an idea had been formed, and not necessarily a good one.

"Um, do you….." He began, bringing her out of her thoughts. "Do you know who I am?"

"How about the name Jeremy Robinson. That ring a bell for you?" She replied, not really answering his question

Luke thought for a moment once more before he shook his head. "No. Who is it?"

Kathleen secured the bandage around his ankle and replied simply with "It's you."

"Me?" Luke asked, failing to find a spark of familiarity in the name. "How do you know that?"

Brushing his hair away from the wound on his forehead, Kathleen looked at Luke. "Well who would know a man better than his own wife?"

Friends, there may not be a ghost is sight, but this is gettin' downright spooky.