The first thing Lulu was aware of was a loud bang. Her head hurt. What had happened? Had she been in another car accident?

She lifted her head and saw Logan lying in a pool of blood. Spinelli was on the floor, too, on his back.

"Oh God!" Lulu cried. "Spinelli?"

"No," she pleaded silently. "No! Spinelli can't be dead!"

"Blonde One?"

Spinelli was distracted from the sight of Logan lying on the floor, felled by Stone Cold's bullet, by Lulu's frantic cry. He crawled over to her, not trusting his legs. He was in shock. He'd been inches away from death, and even worse, from having Logan Hayes's name forever imprinted on his stomach.

The scene, played out in every gory detail in his head, reminded him of a character in a book he'd read once. This character practiced the art of anthropomancy, the studying of living entrails to get a name or location. The only way to counteract the procedure was to die before the cut was complete and the artist could ascertain the information he wanted.

"Oh thank God!" Lulu cried. "I thought you were dead; I thought he killed you!"

Spinelli felt sick with shock, relief and fading fear.

"Are you two OK?" Jason asked.

They both nodded.

"Is Logan alive?" Lulu asked in a small voice.

Jason bent down, checked for a pulse, then shook his head.

Lulu suddenly went pale. Images, sounds, scents and voices flooded her mind.

"I never wanted kids," Luke said with a scotch in his hand. "That was Laura's doing."

"Prove my innocence," Laura begged as they took her back to Shadybrook.

"I killed you," Nikolas said to his dead fiancé, Emily.

"I made a bet with Logan. If he could get you into bed with him, he could sleep with me," Maxie said smugly.

"I would never wanna cause you a single nanosecond of pain!" Spinelli pleaded after Lulu had screamed at him because Logan had hurt her and she'd run away.

"I want Johnny Zacchara dead!" Sonny screamed at Jason as Lulu and Johnny stood outside, listening intently.

"I could totally go for a guy like Spinelli," Georgie said at Kelly's.

"I just want you to want our baby," Dillon said.

"I told you that Logan Hayes was trash," Lucky said.

Everything was rushing back to her. It was too much. The sights and sounds, and the smell of blood, in the Penthouse were mingling with Lulu's past, which was rushing over her like an out of control water fall. She was terrified. Logan was dead. Everyone she knew seemed to be speaking in her head all at once, and they were either worried about her, angry with her, pleading with her to help them or confiding in her something she should have taken seriously but hadn't paid much attention to because she was too wrapped up in herself.

"Lulu, what's wrong?" Jason asked.

"Is it your head?" Spinelli asked, reaching her and putting his hand on her shoulder. "Did the Simian-"

"It's too much!" Lulu cried. "There are too many images and sounds! Please, Spinelli, make it stop!"

That last was a terrified scream.

"I don't understand!" Spinelli said, fighting his own panic again.

"Do you remember?" Jason asked Lulu.

"I remember everything, but it's all coming back too fast! Please, help me!"

As more and more voices, sounds, smells and images came, overwhelming her, she fainted.

"Blonde One?"

Spinelli sat up, forgetting his own shock for the moment. Jason bent next to them and took Lulu's wrist. Spinelli's first thought was that Logan had killed her, that her head injury had been severe enough to end her life.

"She's alive," Jason said calmly. "The shock just made her faint."

Spinelli sighed with relief and helped Jason move her to the couch. Her head was bleeding, but Jason said the cut wasn't severe enough to require stitches.

Spinelli ran to the kitchen for the ice pack. Jason stayed with Lulu until he got back, then stood up.

"I'm gonna call the police and an ambulance."

"You're not gonna dispose of the body?" Spinelli asked, mildly surprised, but still distracted by shock and fear for his friend.

"This is legit. I shot an intruder who tried to kill you and Lulu. Besides, we can't call an ambulance for Lulu without making up a story if I dispose of the body and Lulu's unconscious; she'd tell the truth when she woke up because she'd be too confused not to and wouldn't know our cover story."

Spinelli nodded absently.

"You sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, but The Blonde One needs medical assistance."

Jason nodded and took out his cell.

Lucky wouldn't let Spinelli ride with Lulu in the ambulance. He was holding Spinelli responsible for Logan's actions and the fact that Lulu was unconscious again. Jason tried to reason with him, but as usual, Lucky was irrationally convinced that he was right and nothing would convince him otherwise. So Jason stayed as close to the ambulance as legally possible as he drove to the hospital.

Spinelli was uncharacteristically silent in the passenger's seat. Jason understood and didn't try to get him to talk. The poor kid had been through a lot in a short amount of time.

The past hour kept replaying itself in Spinelli's head. Logan had harassed them at Kelly's, then they had come home, where Lulu had told him she was in love with him. Then Hurricane Logan had hit and now everything seemed to be running on a loop. The fight kept replaying itself over and over again in his head. He kept hearing the thud as Lulu's head hit the pool table, and then the fall as she hit the floor. He kept hearing Logan's smug, arrogant, crazily happy voice as he described what he was going to do to Spinelli. Stone Cold had arrived just in time; the gun shot had been deafening for a few seconds. If not for him, Lulu and Spinelli would both be dead now.

But when he'd seen Lulu faint again, all those unwanted feelings came back. He did love her; he couldn't deny it. But what if it was the shock making him feel this way? He couldn't tell her he loved her and then discover later that he was reacting to the shock of what had happened tonight and not his true feelings. If that happened, he would be the one braking Lulu's heart. He couldn't do to her what she'd done to him.

Besides, her memory had come back. It was possible that she didn't even remember the last few months, or telling him she loved him. He had to fight these feelings. He couldn't risk his heart, or their friendship, based on something she may not even remember anymore, or something she had only thought she'd meant when she didn't remember the rest of it.

At the hospital, Jason insisted that Spinelli be checked for injuries. His back was bruised from where he'd landed on it, but otherwise he was fine. As soon as he could get away from the well-meaning life-saving ones' ministrations, he ran to see how Lulu was doing.

"I told you," Lucky said, barring Spinelli's way to her room, "I don't want you anywhere near my sister!"

"Lucky," Nikolas began.

"No, he got her into this situation!"

"How was I supposed to know The Crabby Commando would attack her?" Spinelli demanded angrily.

"Your beef is with me," Jason said, "not with Spinelli! Now grow up and let him see his friend!"

"He's right, Lucky," Leslie said firmly. "Do something productive and go try to get a hold of your father instead of taking out your fear on Spinelli. He's been there for your sister over the past few months in a way that we couldn't be. She's gonna wanna see him and we're not gonna prevent that! Go in, Spinelli."

"Thank you," he said, giving her a grateful smile as he past her and went into Lulu's room.

"Sometimes this happens when someone regains their memory," Patrick said. "They get overwhelmed, and adding emotional shock on top of that-"

"But you said an emotional shock would trigger her memory," Nikolas said.

"Yes, but now she not only has to deal with her returning memories, but with the shock of what happened with Logan."

Lucky glared at Spinelli and Leslie and Nikolas glared at Lucky.

This wouldn't have happened if she'd been with me," Lucky insisted.

"You're right," Lainey said. "If she hadn't been with you she might not have gotten her memory back. You would have kept her protected, but at the same time you would have been pressuring her to remember, whether you meant to or not. Lulu made the decision that she felt was best for her. Spinelli has been supporting her without pressuring her; you couldn't seem to do that."

"I tried," Lucky said defensively.

"But Spinelli succeeded," Leslie said. "The rest of us failed."

"What do we do for Lulu now?" Nikolas asked.

"We wait," Patrick said. "But I think we should limit her visitors to one at a time; we don't wanna overwhelm her any further."

Lucky asked to be the first to sit with her, so everyone else went outside. All any of them could do now was wait and encourage her to come back.