Kite and Hart just stared at Kat as she slept. After she'd calmed down, they had left her alone to watch TV. She'd fallen asleep shortly after.

"I can't believe it. She can't remember anything," Hart whispered, clinging to Kite's arm. He nodded. This was not the outcome they had been expecting Kat to have with her. Even though she usually brought back weird problems, she'd never brought back amnesia with herself.

Kat rolled over in her sleep, groaning somewhat softly and kicking some of the blankets off on accident. Hart let go of Kite and took a few steps towards the sleeping girl. He gently took the blanket ends in his hands and pulled them back up closer to Kat. She stirred in response, but did not wake up.

"Kite, I'm scared for Kat. She was a great duelist and had many friends, plus a good education. If she can't remember anything, then how is she ever going to get back on track with her life?" Hart stared up at Kite with his golden eyes. They were filled with fear.

"I'm not entirely sure, kiddo. Hopefully her friends will help when we explain it to them."

"How are we going to do that?"

"We'll wake Kat up tomorrow at 5:45, have her get dressed, and we'll take her to school. Then the first person we find that is a friend of hers, we'll explain it to them and they'll spread the word. Easy."

"Easier said than done." Hart turned back to Kat and stared at her for a while longer before leaving and going upstairs to find her school uniform. Kite sighed and put a gentle hand on Kat's shoulder. She once again stirred, but didn't wake up.

Well, she was still a heavy sleeper. Guess that never changes in people.

Kite went ahead and walked upstairs as well. He went left twice and smiled when he saw Hart, who was rummaging through Kat's closet. He'd found everything except her skirt. Kite chuckled.

"Hart, try over here."

"Huh?"

"The drawer silly."

Hart rolled his eyes and walked over to the drawer Kite was pointing too. The blue-haired boy opened it and found the stack of pink skirts. He sighed in annoyance. Kite was always right about where Kat kept her things, it seemed.

"Okay, so you were right. Big deal," Hart grumbled an grabbed the skirt, then set it with the rest of Kat's uniform and shut the drawer. He turned back to Kite for approval, which he received, and then headed for their bedroom. Hart jumped on the bed, rolling himself in the covers as Kite walked into the room.

"Are you gonna save me any of those, or are you going to be a blanket hog all night?"

"Just be quiet and come here."

"Pff." Kite chuckled and walked over to the side of the bed. He yanked some of the blankets from Hart's hand, then held his little brother close as they fell to sleep.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be somewhat easy.

XxXxXxXx

Silence. Complete and utter silence. That was what Kat woke up to in the morning. Darkness surrounded her, and adding onto the quiet made the house seem all the more frightening to her. She sat up and looked around.

The only source of light was that of the street lamp shining through the window.

Kat shivered and wrapped the blankets around herself. She couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything except the hypnotic tic-ticking of the clocks that littered the house. She wished there was more light. Then she'd be able to look at the clocks and figure out what time it was.

"Man...if I knew where the light switch was, then maybe this wouldn't be a problem," Kat whispered to herself. She felt like she knew where the switch was, but then again there was no way she could place it properly.

Especially if it was pitch-black everywhere except for one little section under the window.

Finally, after building up her courage, Kat stood up. As soon as she got to the floor, she got on her hands and knees and began crawling around. Once, she hit the recliner, but that was it before she found a wall that was away from the light. Kat stood fully now, and, sliding her hand up and down the wall, found the light switch eventually.

There was just one problem; there were three of them. Only one turned on these lights.

Kat sighed. She decided she'd flip them all and see what happened. The girl flipped the first switch. Nothing happened inside, but a small light outside flicked on. Kat flipped it down and tried the second.

Light flooded the room, making her shield her eyes for a moment. When she regained her sight, Kat smiled. She turned back to where the switches were. What was the third for?

Then again, she didn't want to know.

Now that Kat could see, she took a look at the clock. It was 5:30. Early, but she felt like that was normal. Kat shrugged and decided to explore the house a little bit. She walked around a corner, only to find more darkness that led up the stairs. Kat walked up them slowly, then just sat on the edge of the top one.

"What're you doing?"

Kat nearly shrieked, but she covered her mouth before she could. She turned around. There was the small blue-haired boy from before.

"Nothing. Just exploring."

"Oh. Well hey, let's go downstairs. There's a TV down there, you know."

"Uh...yeah, sure. Let's go."

Kat followed Hart down the stairs again, then sat on the couch and curled in the blankets again. Hart smiled and held up a hanger. Kat's uniform was dangling from it.

"You're gonna need this for school," Hart said. Kat stared for a moment, then nodded as the small boy pointed to his left. "Bathroom, thataway," was all he said before Kat scurried off.

The clock hit 5:55. Kat came running out of the bathroom, smiling at Hart. Her hair was finally brushed out, so now she looked ready. Hart put her shoes down in front of her, which she slipped on.

"C'mon, we need to get you to school." Hart grabbed Kat's had as he said this. She cocked her head to the right.

"Hold on a second. Isn't there another person here? Taller than you, blond and teal hair. Where's he at?" Kat asked, making direct eye contact with Hart.

He shrugged. "Kite told me if he wasn't awake before me to take you to school."

As they walked out the door, Kat couldn't help but wonder how she ever could've forgotten these two.

XxXxXxXx

"Move it! Ah, sorry! Watch it!"

Yuma scurried around the corners of the school hallways. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to class on time today.

Scratch that. Nothing but Kat and Hart, who Yuma ran right into. He and Kat fell on top of one another. Hart fell a totally different direction, but watched from afar.

"Owwww," Kat moaned and sat up.

Yuma shook himself. "Oh, sorry Kat."

By now Kat had learned to respond to that. She smiled. "That's alright...uh... who is he?"

"That's Yuma," Hart said, helping Kat and Yuma to their feet. Yuma raised an eyebrow.

"Whad'ya mean, who am I? You know me Kat!"

"Uh, Yuma actually, she can't remember anything. She has serious amnesia."

"What? Amnesia? How'd she get it?"

"She was dueling someone. They beat her bad, and when she woke up she couldn't remember anything."

Yuma stayed silent for a moment. Then, with a smile, he grabbed Kat's wrist. "Hey don't sweat it! You'll remember us all in a new way eventually. C'mon, let's go! We're almost late for class!"

Hart watched as Yuma scurried off with Kat. He sighed, thankful that this may be easier, but sorrowful for Kat at the same time.

After all, unless she found someone else, she'd probably get a new reputation of being late all the time like Yuma.