Ali walked out of the small forest into the clearing, wondering what just happened. Littlefoot had returned, but he had completely forgotten her. She had overheard that he was saved by that jerk Zank, but when and how? When she left him, he showed no sign of life. Could it be that he did died and returned, or did he enter a state of slumber where he slowed down his breathing so that it appeared he died, but he was still too weak to move. Her mind rattled thoughts, both the explainable and the unexplainable ones, on what could have happened.

"Ali!"

Ali looked to her left and saw a teenaged Spike about fifteen meters away from her in the grassy clearing. His plates were growing in just fine and the spikes at the end of his tail had grown a little. Ali faced him completely and smiled. Spike stopped a few feet away from her and looked up at Ali.

"Um, I was wandering if you met Littlefoot?"

Ali reluctantly nodded.

"I did, but he's not the same."

"I know," Spike said in a saddened voice. "It seems that he has forgotten us."

Ali's eyes slightly rose in semi-shock. It wasn't only her that he had forgotten; it seemed he forgotten his friends. Probably even more. It was strange that he remembered his name and his skills as a longneck were up to date. What could have happened to him in those three months?

"Ali, have you spoken with him?"

Ali nodded.

"Yes," she said quietly.

The conversation she had with him a few minutes ago replayed in her head.

Ali was in shock that Littlefoot questioned who she was. She had a concern face.

"But Littlefoot, it's me, Ali."

Littlefoot was a little crept out that this longneck knew him. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry…um…A-li, but I don't know you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just the plain truth. I do not know you."

Ali's blue eyes began to water. Littlefoot noticed this and begin to panic.

"Miss, please don't cry. Honest to be, I don't know you."

"But Littlefoot, how could you forget? We were going to be mates."

Littlefoot's blush engulfed his face. He moved back his neck in shock.

"W-what are y-you ta-talking about? If I had a mate, I wouldn't forget her."

Ali narrowed her eyes and gave Littlefoot a cold stare. Littlefoot flinched a little, and after an awkward pause, he began to speak again.

"I'm sorry. You must be confusing me with someone else."

"No, I am not."

Littlefoot rolled his eyes.

"Okay, you're not."

Ali realized something. Her voice calmed down.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"Well…um…"

Ali narrowed her eyes and moved her face closer to Littlefoot's face. He panicked.

"You-you-"

"L-Listen, I already told you. I-I'm being sincere here. If I had known you…"

Littlefoot's voiced died down. This raised a question for Ali.

"What? What were you going to say?"

"I have to go."

Littlefoot took a few steps back before turning around. He glanced back at Ali and was about to say something when he just dropped it. He left her alone. Ali watched him leave and wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She just left the forest with a confused mind.

"Ali?"

Ali looked from the ground in front of her and faced Spike.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I…I was lost in thought, I guess."

"That's alright. Well, what are we going to do with Littlefoot? It seems he forgot all about us and the Great Valley."

"Um, I'm…I'm going to go find him. Excuse me."

Ali left Spike, hoping to find Littlefoot soon. Spike briefly watched her walk and decided that she was probably the best suited dinosaur to talk to Littlefoot. After all, she was his species. He walked off to find his friends and converse with them about the situation.

Littlefoot rested in a part of the Great Valley hidden to others. Tree surrounded him as a river passed beside him. He looked down at his reflection in the water. Soon, his image turned into the image of Ali.

But Littlefoot, it's me, Ali.

Littlefoot, how could you forget?

Littlefoot sighed. He was so confused on what had happened. The girl he saved acclaimed he knew him, but she wasn't the only one. A flyer and a spiketail also addressed him by his name. How did they know him? He would've remembered if he had met them before, but that was the problem. He hadn't met them before. He shook his head in confusion.

"How do they know me?" he whispered to himself. "How do they know me, and I don't know them. Could they be just messing with my head…or could they really be a part of my past?"

Littlefoot had full memory of his name, his personality, his fighting attributes…and a few incidents of his past. His past was fuzzy for the most part. He did remember taking the longneck test and passing it, but he forgot who gave it to him: his mother or his father. He remembered about how he journeyed across the land as a child, but he forgot with who and to where? He remembered risky his life once before, almost dying, but why and, if possible, for who. He was in utter bewilderment. He lowered his head down to take a drink.

He soon heard footsteps approaching him. As he lifted his head, they stopped. He faced in the direction he heard the footsteps and saw Ali. He gulped down the remaining water he had in his mouth.

"Oh, it's you," he greeted. "Ali, isn't it?"

Ali nodded her head.

"Yes."

There was a pause for three seconds before Ali continued.

"How are you feeling?"

Littlefoot sighed and looked away from her, staring at another part of the forest of trees.

"I don't know. For the most part, I'm confused."

Ali took two steps closer.

"Littlefoot, what do you remember?"

He shook his head and looked at her.

"But Ali, we just met, kind of informally," pointed out Littlefoot, being polite. "Why should I tell you?"

Ali was stricken by this. His words were an array of sharptooth teeth piercing her heart, but she was strong. She had to remind herself that this wasn't the same Littlefoot.

"Well, you're right. You just met me, but I thought you needed someone to talk to."

He saw the expression on her face. It was hurt, but it seemed sincere. He sighed.

"Ali, you claimed that you knew me once before. A spiketail also claimed to be my friend. I would've remembered the both of you, but that's just it. I can't. My past seems fuzzy. I remember some aspects about my past, but not a whole lot."

"Well, do you remember the first time we met here in this valley?"

Littlefoot thought about. Ali decided to help him.

"One day, a herd of longnecks migrated to a valley. You were a kid at that time. You were with your group of friends after greeting the herd and decided to play tag. As you chased your friends, you stopped because you heard something in the bushes. As you looked, that something was on top of you, hiding in a rotten long. She fell next to you, and you chuckled slightly. That something was me."

Littlefoot thought about it, trying to recall that day the best he could.

"All I remember was that my grandparents, or my parents, met that migrating herd. I left after hearing an old, rude longneck. I went to my friends, and we did end up playing tag. I…"

He paused.

"I was playing tag until I noticed something in a bush. I checked it out, but it bit my tail. I was determined on finding it. Ironically, it found me after falling off of a log. …It was a female longneck."

He stared at Ali as she formed a small smile.

"So, you were that longneck?"

He knew that Ali wasn't filling stories into his head. She had told the same story as him before he told his story. Unless they had a place that displayed and share information about someone with everyone, only then she could've known, but there wasn't such a place like that…for now. Ali smiled.

"You know," continued Littlefoot with his eyes half-closed, "you could've just said hi before biting my tail."

Ali dropped the smile and half-closed her eyes.

"You do remember I fell off that log."

Littlefoot remembered and chuckled a little.

"Oh, yeah," he said, realizing that it balanced out.

Ali blinked and smiled.

"Well, it seems you remember."

"Only that one part, Ali, and it's still fuzzy to me."

Ali sighed in disappointment. She realized that she could try to get Littlefoot's memories back by telling him about his past, but that would take time, and after years, she would be lucky if only twenty percent of his memory was restored.

"But the bright side is that I now remember I met you before."

This brought a beam of happiness to Ali's face. Littlefoot grinned. Then Ali remembered something. Her expression grew serious.

"So, Littlefoot, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"You mean the fight? Zank is all talk. I doubt he'll knock me down."

Ali shook her head.

"Don't sound too cocky."

"What do you mean?"

"Obviously, he didn't become leader because he passed the longneck test. He probably put fear into those who opposed him. He probably fought the previous leader and won for dominance. Just because he doesn't fight sharpteeth, doesn't mean he can't fight. I mean, it only took until now that the herd is considering overthrowing him, but why didn't they do it sooner? …How does he get away with…what he was going to do to me?"

Littlefoot blinked his eyes into realization. He faced Ali.

"You're right. He has been a leader for a few Cold Times, and none had ever opposed him. I should take him more seriously. Um, excuse me Ali, but I need to train."

He walked passed her, but stopped. He looked back and saw that she was facing him. He smiled,

"Thank you."

He turned his head forward and walked out of the forest. Ali smiled.

"I need to find the others."

She left this portion of the forest to tell her friends, and Littlefoot's friends, on what had happened.