Finn blinked as he looked at the crown, sitting on Bubblegums lab table, different wires attached to it leading to a big machine.
The crack in the side of the crown had seemed to grow even bigger, the oddest thing though were the crystals which now seemed to pulsate in a slow rhythm going from gray to their bright red and back to gray again.

"It has gone into rest mode, probably to preserve energy." Bubblegum informed where she stood reading her papers.

"So… The other personalities in the crown are.. Sleeping?" Finn asked. "And that's why Simon is?"

"A lot closer to his original personality than usual yes." Bubblegum nodded. "Usually all the personalities are trying to take residence in his head all at ones, which leads to his very confused personality and lack of long term memory sometimes even short term memory, it's like ten different drivers trying to take the wheel on the same time, it does not function. But now when the crown is in a rest mode, the personalities sleeps as well and Simon gets to have his body for himself for now. At least that's my theory."

"You have no idea do you?" Finn asked and Bubblegum hissed annoyed.

"I'll figure it out!" Bubblegum exclaimed. "I can get this."

And Finn exhaled deeply. "I'm just going to go check on Simon." he stated finally leaving the lab.

Finding Simon was pretty easy, you just had to follow the trail of ice, the closer you got to his location the colder it became. Even after he had woken up his body still seemed to emit this ice magic, and it seemed completely out of his own control. When they had asked him to stop Simon had merely looked very confused and when Bubblegum had tried to explain.
Didn't look like Simon even believe her, that all this ice was coming from him.

Finally Finn reached the room where they had placed Simon and he glanced inside to see Marceline sitting on a chair opposite the blue skinned man.

Simon was looking at Marcelin with confused eyes but seemed to be listening intensely to her words, he was wearing a big green woolen sweater and a pair of brown pants. He had asked for the clothes after complaining about the cold, but it didn't seem to help much as Simon had still his arms wrapped around himself and was shivering.

Between Marceline and Simon was a checkers board, it looked like they were mid way through playing a game. Also looked like Marcelin was winning.

"Yo, how are you two holding up?" Finn asked and the two turned to him.

Simon was shivering looking at Finn. "I don't want to complain but… Is it really always so cold around here?" he asked.

Concerned Finn looked at Simon so did Marceline.

"Simon, we went over this." Marceline then said in a patient voice. "You're the one creating this cold, the only way to make it warmer is if you concentrate and stop it yourself."

"How exactly?" Simon asked. "If what you say is true, how come I am even producing cold in the first place? How?" he asked. He groaned holding his forehead.

"Have you tried thinking warm thoughts?" Finn asked and the two turned to him. "You know, what thoughts feels warm to you? Breezy summer days? Hot chocolate? Super spicy chili taco?" he asked.

"I don't see how that's supposed to help." Simon murmered.

"You might as well try it." Marceline pointed out. "You said yourself nothing makes sense to you right now, so you might as well go with it. Didn't you say it feels like you're having a weird dream."

"Yes that's true." Simon groaned rubbing his face. "The kind of dream that reminds you why eating snacks before bed time is bad. Warm thoughts you said?" he asked. "Urhm." he closed his eyes. "like what?"

"How about chicken soup?" Marceline asked. "It's the best thing against any illness right?" she asked.

"Yes." Simon agreed. "Chicken soup always helps for some reason." he said, he squinted his eyes and frowned, for a moment he sat there like that before at last he opened his eyes again. "I don't see it."

"That's okay, take your time." Marceline assured in a gentle patient voice.

It really was odd to see Marcelin in such a position, but then again perhaps it was just a relief for her to see Simon acting sort of kind of sane for ones. Even if he didn't remember anything right now. He sure looked a lot nicer than usual. The big green sweater and shorter hair and beard did kind of suit him in a way.

Simon though, didn't look happy. He looked agitated, and it was hard to blame him for that. "Can I go now?" he finally asked.

"I'm sorry Simon, you have to stay here for a bit longer." Marcelin sighed deeply in a voice indicating she had said this a thousand times already.

"How long?" Simon asked.

"I don't know, until we figured out to help you." Marceline replied.

"Help me with what?" Simon asked and Marceline groaned rubbing her eyes.

"You want to take a break Marceline? I can look over him for a bit." Finn assured.

"Njah man that's fine." Marceline assured glancing at Simon then halted as Simon looked rather apprehensively at her with not one glimmer of warmth nor recognition in his eyes. "On the other hand I might go out for a bite. just for a few secs, I wonder if Peeps has one of those red gobstoppers left, those are tasty." she sighed standing up.

"Cool, take your time." Finn nodded allowing Marceline to walk past her and then he himself took the seat Marceline had just occupied. "Hey Simon!" he grinned.

Simon glanced at him. "Finn, wasn't it?"

"Yep, that's my name." Finn grinned. "So how are you holding up?"

Simon exhaled deeply. "Look, I know i'm not doing to well. You know i'm not doing to well. Can we just skip this?" he asked.

"Sure." Finn blinked. "So erhm. You liked hanging out with Marceline?"

Simon shrugged. "She seems nice." he said. "Though the way she looks at me, I don't know." he frowned. "Feels like."

"She's expecting you to act in a certain way but you don't even know what that way is." Finn suggested and Simon looked up.

"How did you know that?" Simon asked.

Finn shrugged. "Just a hunch. Well actually, you probably remind Marceline a lot of this guy she knew a long time ago."

"Oh really?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, but don't tell her I told you that. She might get upset." Finn whispered.

Simon lifted an eyebrow. "And do I remind you a lot of this guy to?"

"Dunno I never met him, only heard about him." Finn replied. "Look, I get it. You are really confused, I sure would be to. Things here in Ooo, they don't always make a lot of sense, so you just kind of have to go with it you know. Follow the flow." he said. "I know you don't trust us right now, but we are all just trying to help you. you've been through some crazy stuff. The stuff that happened to you… I've seen what it has done to other people as well, what it can do." he admitted. "And it's not pretty, not at all. It's actually... Pretty scary stuff."

"But." Simon looked up. "What happened to me exactly? I don't understand."

Finn exhaled. "I do want to tell you that I really do, but PB says your head just can't handle to much information right now, worst case scenario you could completely break down. So lets take things one step at the time okay?" he asked. "First of, i'm sure you would like to get some better control of your powers!"

"My powers?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, all this ice, it comes from you." Finn pointed out as he gestured at the ice covered room. "I know, you don't believe it but I can show you. See here." Finn took off his back pack and then pulled out a bottle of water which he placed on the table. "Try and touch that."

Simon blinked. "Why?" he asked.

"Just try it." Finn encouraged.

Simon hesitated but then reached forward a hand and touched the bottle, the moment he did the water froze solid and Simons eyes widened. "Mother!" he exclaimed.

"See, the things you touch turn to ice." Finn stated picking up the bottle now filled with ice. "It doesn't have to be that way though, you can control it."

"I can?" Simon asked. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely." Finn nodded. "Come on, try and close your eyes and think warm thoughts."

"Right." Simon said as he closed his eyes and then frowned.

Finn blinked, he tapped his fingers on the table, then he frowned. "So, getting anything?" he asked.

"Not… Really." Simon admitted. "I try to think but… For some reason, it just doesn't. I mean…"

"Your thoughts doesn't feel very good huh?" Finn asked. "Well, as I said you've been through a lot. Sure there must be something warm you can think of."

Simon frowned. "Fire I suppose… A fireplace." he then said.

"That's good." Finn smiled.

"A fireplace in a room, there are books and… This lady. It feels, warm." Simon breathed and suddenly the ice around them started to melt.

"hey it's working!" Finn grinned. "You're doing great Simon keep it up."

"That… That woman." Simon frowned. "She… Where did she go?" he asked as he hissed and suddenly the ice that had melted now froze solid again. "She's gone! SHE LEFT ME!" he hissed clinching his fists and wide-eyed Finn looked at Simon now seeing his hair and beard growing, his nose becoming longer. "Wasn't I pretty enough for you?!" he asked. "Aren't I a pretty, A PRETTY FLY HAHAHAHAHA!" he suddenly screamed in a traditional ice king laughter opening his eyes and the frost multiplied.

"SIMON!" Finn shouted standing up. "STOP!" he shouted as he slapped Ice King over the face making Ice King turn his head.

The Ice king blinked confused and then as he did his beard and hair became shorter again. "What?" he asked. "What happened?" he looked at Finn and then blinked. "Oh i'm sorry, looks like I dozed off for a second there."

"That… That's okay." Finn blinked. It was not like he hadn't experienced mood swings like this coming from Ice King before, it was pretty common actually. Though this time to see him snap back to a more lucid calm person seemed to make everything worse. "Urhm, maybe we should try another approach to get your powers under control." he frowned. "Maybe if you figure out how to make ice you'll also figure out how to stop it. Want to try it?"

"I don't see why not, not like there's much else to do." Simon exhaled deeply. "And I would love to find a way so it wouldn't be so cold." he admitted.

Sadly Marceline looked at the cracked crown in Bubblegums lab. "It's so weird… He looks like the Simon I remember, talks like him to but."

"Someone ones told me it's the memories that makes a person." Bubblegum then commented. "And if that is the case, all Simons memories are in fact stored in the crowns data base, they are not lost."

Marceline glanced at the crown. "The crown has Simon inside of it, also the crown is Simons only life supports. If the crown breaks then… He'll die. Wont he Peeps?"

"I wont let it happen!" Bubblegum exclaimed turning to Marcelin. "Marceline I promise you, i'll find a way to fix this!"

"I don't understand Peeps, why are you going through all this afford to help Simon?" Marcelin asked. "You don't even like him."

"It doesn't matter if I like him or not, he means to world to you Marceline." Bubblegum stated. "And if he matters to you he matters to me!"

"Peeps." Marcelin gasped. ¨

"So just hold on Marceline, i'm going to fix this." Bubblegum stated. "Simon is going to be okay, and if I go about it right maybe I can even make him remember. That'll make you happy right? So that's what I need to do."

"Heh, you sure are a dope." Marceline smirked amused. "Thank you Peeps, you have no idea how much this means to me."

Bubblegum blushed slightly. "That's okay, you're my friend you know." she stated as she turned back to her desk. *I just want you to be happy.* …. Bubblegum though didn't say that last sentence at all, she was only thinking it as she held unto her vial with candy liquids.

Back in the room with Finn and Simon, Simon had managed to make a beautiful ice flower with his powers, it looked like some sort of lily.

"That's great, you're really getting the hang of it." Finn beamed.

Simon frowned then he glanced up. "Finn... You know what happened to me. Don't you?" he asked. "Why I can't remember anything, why I." he glanced around. "Make everything freeze to ice."

Finn silenced then nodded. "Yeah, I know. We all know." he fully admitted.

"Do I even want to know?" Simon asked. "Do I even want to remember? Whenever I try, it... It doesn't feel very good."

Finn exhaled. "Honestly, I don't know dude." he said. "I suppose that's up to you. I mean sure, Marceline may be sad if you don't remember but most of all she just wants you to be happy. Trust me on that one."

"I am the person she used to know." Simon concluded. "I thought so. I assume we were friends."

"You still are, if you want to be." Finn assured. "The two of us, we are friends to. Well, we are for the most part. Sometimes you just get on my nerves, but I know you never mean bad."

Simon smiled amused. "You sure are wise for your age, it's odd. It feels comforting talking to you, more comforting than Marceline."

"Well, i've been through a lot of stuff to." Finn admitted. "And my brother always told me I needed to just chill. I suppose it also helps I don't have any exspectations like Marceline does. Sometimes it just helps talking to a stranger you know, get a strangers perspective."

Simon smirked amused. "You are a remarkable young man aren't you?" he asked. "You really must have been through a lot."

"Yeah." Finn exhaled deeply. "I am definetely not the same person as I was, so I suppose I can kind of relate a bit to you. Only a bit though." he admitted.

Simon nodded. "Makes sense." he stated and as he did the room around them began to melt, water drops dripped down and then it almost seemed like rain inside of the little room.

Finn chuckled amused. "Oh man! My clothes is all wet now!"

"Ditto." Simon replied as true enough, his hair and beard was now soaked and they both chuckled. "Thanks for the talk Finn."

"Hey any time!" Finn exclaimed. "Helping is what I do, it's just kind of my thing. And well, truth be told. I've been wanting to help you for some time, it feels nice finally being able to. Even if it isn't much."

"Help me?" Simon asked. "Why exactly?"

"Because I don't think anyone deserve to go through the things you did." Finn fully admitted. "And now, when I finally got to actually talk to you. Marceline was right, you're nice. It's just the right thing to do, that's all there is to it."

Simon smiled lightly then nodded. "Okay, I made up my mind. I wont ask to many questions anymore. I trust you Finn." he said.

And Finn smiled warmly. "That's great. Now, the two of us should get some dry clothes. Brr!" he shook his head so water drops spilled everywhere and Simon chuckled amused.