"Haha,I've still got it!"
"Malph,what did you do that for," Fonz asked as he punched his friend in the shoulder.
"Ralph,dear,how are you," Mrs. C asked as she gave him a hug.
"How are ya,buddy?" Mr. C pushed everyone out of the way.
"Ralph, there must better be a good explanation why you are here. Tell me everything you know. Every detail."
"What if I were to tell you where Chuck is." The group's faces lit up with excitement.
"And what if I were to tell you I want you to tell us where he is," Howard replied.
"And what if I were to tell you that he may not remember you." Mr. C. Shook his head in denial.
"What if I were to tell you that you were crazy and that you need your head examined,Malph," Fonz replied angrily. Just then, Ralph's cheerful grin disappeared.
"What if I were to tell you that Chuck has amnesia." Everyone grew silent.
"For how long,I don't know. I didn't want to put my name in the letter because I wasn't sure if you all would take this seriously."
"You sure got that right," Potsie laughed as he scratched his head.
"If you know where he is, why didn't you tell us," Potsie continued.
"I don't know where he is at this moment. I do know one thing though. And that is that he goes by the name of Thomas B Douglas."
"Where did he get that name? Howard, we aren't related to anyone by the last name of Douglas."
"It's like those people who are a ghost writer,Mrs. C.. They don't want others recognizing them. In this case, he doesn't even recognize himself,never mind his whole family."
"Are you telling me that my son is a writer?" Ralph nodded his head nervously.
"For a newspaper."
"Then,how did you discover his whereabouts?"
"It was by accident,honest. I happened to be in the city on business when I noticed him walking around one day."
"Don't tell me you followed him everywhere. Only a creep would do something like that," Potsie added. Ralph laughed.
"It was the only way. Besides, I only followed him to the building where he works. They wouldn't let me go inside."
"That's okay,Ralph, we appreciate your effort,"Mrs. C encouraged him.
"Well,then where is he?" Ralph took a wrinkled up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fonz.
"Come with me,"Fonz declared as he grabbed Ralph by his coat and leaded him down the road.
"Why?"
"Well,why not? After all, we need some more clues. You're the one with the trench coat,Sherlock."