A/N ah, sorry for the late update guys. I was freaking out yesterday because I didn't have enough time to type up the next chapter, so I only got it like half done. I'll try for everyday but don't freak out and assume I died if I miss a day or two. :p Well, here's the next chapter!

(Oh, and if you're going to JAFAX on Sunday, look for America and England! Roserycus77 and I (australia831) are going, so if you somehow find us, say hi! I look forward to annoying her :) )

July 4th, 1776. Geneva Accords. Roaring 20s. Great Depression. 9-11.

Words and dates, flashing through her head. Why? What is the importance of these?

A rainy field, her, Alice, Arthur, and someone she remembered, but hadn't seen before. Military uniforms, an army backing her and the young man up.

A conference room, so many people she knew.

How did she know them again? Who were they?

Franklin D. Roosevelt. Declaration of Independence. Revolution. Truman Doctrine. Cold War.

Why?

Then she remembered. Everything.

Nothing like waking up on a Monday morning in a random hotel in France with people you just met.

Alice rubbed her eyes and looked over at Maria and Emily, who were still sleeping. She did a double-take, though. Emily seemed to be having a bad dream. She was murmuring in her sleep and twitching.

Alice stepped out of her bed and walked over to the girl. "Emily?" she whispered. She continued whimpering. This must be a really bad dream, Alice thought. Alice placed her hand on Emily's shoulder and gently shook her. "Emily, are you okay?"

Emily's eyes shot open. "I remember!"

"What do you remember?" Alice asked.

"Before we lost our memories. We are actually..." She frowned. "No, come on! I just remembered everything! I can't just forget!"

"Just concentrate. What were you thinking of?"

Emily tried thinking, and remembered something. "Countries. Something about the countries of the world. And important dates in history, too. Something that has to do with those things."

Alice perked up. "Hey, remember when we were eavesdropping on Arthur and Francis last night? They said something about countries also!"

Emily smiled widely. "A connection! Oh, hey, I just remembered something more from my dream!"

"What is it?"

"It's like some sort of speech I guess. I dunno."

"Now, all we need to do is look more closely at the files."

"I'll go wake 'em up! I'm gonna use the speech thing I remembered, haha. We need to know if my car is here yet! And also, food. Food comes first." Emily jumped off the bed but Alice caught her arm.

"Do you really need to wake them up? Can't you just look outside for the car?" Alice already knew the answer.

"Psh, nah." Emily jogged through the connecting doorway. Alice sighed. Here it comes.

"ALRIGHT, I THINK THE WORLD CONFERENCE CAN CONVENE, SOLVING ALL THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS BY TALKING EXCESSIVELY!"

Arthur jerked awake. "Did...you just say what I thought you said?"

"I just had this weird dream and that was in it, along with some other stuff, but I forgot most of it."

"Francis, are you hearing this? Francis?" The frenchman hadn't even stirred, despite the shouting. Arthur threw a pillow at him. "Get up you bloody wanker."

"Ah! What is the big deal, throwing pillows at my beautiful face!"

"Emily just said- well, shouted- Amer-, er, Alfred's 'speech' that he says at meetings!"

"Well how would she know that?"

"She said she dreamt about it, along with other things."

Emily said, "Um, I'm right here! Anyway, it's like ten o'clock and we need food."

"We can go down to the buffet," Francis suggested.

"Nice!" shouted Emily., before running back into her own room and jumping on Maria's bed.

"Whaaatiszis..." Maria mumbled.

"Wake up, we're going to get food!"

"Ugh, fine," Maria said.

Not really having anything to do to get ready, everyone shuffled out the door minutes later, trailing after Emily. Emily bounced down the hall over to the elevator, far more energized than any of the others. Once they had taken the elevator down to the lobby, they saw a large breakfast buffet still out. Emily and Maria got there first and piled their plates with eggs, bacon, sausage and poured themselves some juice. Alice and Arthur took some scones, fruit, and poured themselves some tea. Francis served himself pancakes and somehow managed to get his hands on a glass of wine. When Arthur saw this, he just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore him.

After they were finished, Alice asked,"So, is the car here yet?"

"Oui, it is out front." Francis answered.

"I'll go!" cried Emily, taking off without a thought.

"We're going up to the room, now!" Arthur called after her.

"Got it!"

Emily ran out to the front of the hotel, but her car wasn't there. Looking around, she saw it wasn't parked as far as she could see. Well that's weird, she thought. She jogged back inside and raced over to where the others were about to board the elevator.

"It's not there!" she said after running ahead of them to cut them off.

"Are you sure?" Francis asked.

"Positive!"

"Well then, let's all have a look," Arthur said. After they all went back outside, the rest realized also that the car was in fact not there.

"They called me, though!" Francis said.

"Maybe something went wrong?" Maria suggested.

"I will call back, then." After dialing the number, Francis could hear the machine immediately say that the call could not be completed.

"Monsieur Galle never leaves his phone where no one can reach him."

"I guess we just have to wait," said Alice. Arthur nodded.

"Let's go back to the room," he said. "We might as well be comfortable while we wait."

~The previous night~

Monsieur Galle had just called Monsieur Bonnefoy to let him know that the car he had been told to bring was ready. He was giong to turn into the street of the hotel soon when he saw that a car wanted to pass. Being the polite man that he was, he slowed down so the car could reenter the lane ahead of him. He did not expect the car to slow down in front of him. Sighing, he tried to pass but another car came around to block the way. He saw another car tailgating him in his sideview mirrors. Then, they began to slow down, forcing him to slow with them. Realizing something bad was going on, he frantically began searching for an escape route. At the last second, he made a sharp turn onto a little hard-to-see alley. He correctly assumed that they were still on his tail, though he had no idea why they would be following him.

After driving as safely as possible while attempting to outrun a gang of assumed criminals for half an hour, Monsieur Galle knew he had to lose them soon, or he would have no fuel left in his car and would be caught. He shuddered at the thought of what they might do to him. Besides, if he was to alert the authorities, it would be best if at least he was stationary. He decided to use the darkness of the night to his advantage. After driving into a sector of the city that he knew better than any other part, he squeezed through traffic and turned at the last possible second into alleys. Soon, he saw the cars were beginning to get farther and farther back.

Smiling with relief, he turned quickly onto a pathway which went through a forest which sloped downward off to his left. A few minutes later, he checked his mirrors and saw no headlights behind him. They had finally gotten off his trail! Suddenly, a car cam e out of nowhere and hit the right side of Monsieur Galle's car. He was tumbling sideways through the forest, watching trees flash past. The car flipped once then slid the rest of the way down the slope. After he hit the bottom, he surveyed the damage: the right side mirror had snapped off,the windsheild was cracked, the passenger window was completely gone, and the roof of the car seemed to be crushed down so that Galle had less than three centimeters of space between the top of his head and the inside of the roof. Sadly, his phone, which he had set on the passenger seat, seemed to be gone. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt very much; he only had a few cuts on his arms from broken glass and his head hurt a little from having it hit the roof when the car flipped. Although he didn't think he had a concussion, he made a mental note to go get his head checked soon.

He knew the people who had knocked him off the road would come down and look for him, so he hurriedly pulled the damaged car out of the woods and onto a nearby road. For now, he would get the car repaired as quickly as possible and rent a motel room. Monsieur Bonnefoy would have to wait.