Daisuke was able to make it to his school a few minutes before it officially started. He opened the door slowly, wondering what other parts of his memory were supposedly imagined. He was afraid who would not be in their seats today. He took a few seconds to look about the classroom only to find all his classmates in or around their desks. For the first time since he woke up, he felt better.

"Hey, Niwa," he heard a voice greet him. The voice was familiar, but it sounded different than he remembered. He turned around to face it.

"Hiwatari?"

"I'm glad to see you're alright," Satoshi said pleasantly. Daisuke wasn't sure he had ever seen him in this mood.

"What do you mean?" Daisuke asked.

"I heard you passed out this weekend," Satoshi stated. He looked worried and caring.

Daisuke shook his head, "I don't..." he stopped himself and decided to try and play along. "It wasn't anything serious."

His friend smiled, catching him off guard, "that's good." Daisuke nodded and looked away, trying to sort things out in his head. Satoshi was not how he remembered him. As long as he had known him, he was never the type to show his worry or smile so openly. He had always kept his emtions to himself. Daisuke guessed it was because of the turmoil going on in his mind. Satoshi's new attitude made him wonder if he had imagined Krad as well.

"What happened to you, Hiwatari?" he asked quietly, "I don't remember you being this happy before."

Satoshi's smile turned back into a concerned frown, "what do you mean, Niwa? Why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Because..." Daisuke hesitated. He lowered his voice before continuing, "because of Krad."

Satoshi looked even more worried, "who's Krad?"

Daisuke was surprised how much it upset him to hear that Krad didn't exist. Sure he was evil and he wanted Daisuke dead, but the fact that he supposedly didn't exist meant he had imagined months of memories. No, not just months. He had imagined years...everything since the time he thought he first met Satoshi wasn't real? He couldn't accept that. He glanced at the clock. A few minutes left; he had time ot go to the bathroom. Without giving Satoshi a proper farewell, he hurried from the classroom and down the hall. Once in the restroom, he went to the mirror pulled the top of his shirt up so he could see his shoulder. The scar Krad gave him only a short time ago was completely gone.

"No!" he whispered. He backed up against the wall and closed his eyes. Was he going crazy? He wondered what would happen to him now. Could he really have forgotten all those years and imagined an alternate version? If it was true, he had a lot to catch up on. If it wasn't, he needed to find a way to escape this nightmare.

"Daisuke, you ok?"

Daisuke gasped and looked up. "Takeshi!"

Takeshi Saehara was standing in front of him. "Uh huh," he had that look that said 'of course it's me, you idiot', "shool's about to start, you know. Falling asleep in the bathroom isn't a good excuse."

"I wasn't falling asleep," Daisuke insisted.

Takeshi leaned toward him, "something's wrong with you."

"What? That's not true," Daisuke went to sidestep him, but he cut him off.

"Come on, Daisuke! Tell me what's gonig on," Takeshi pleaded eagerly.

"Nothing's going on," Daisuke replied. He pushed past him and walked back to class quickly. Despite himself, he was relieved to see Takeshi was still Takeshi.