Eliza Clarke's POV

For the next few days I have been slowly getting my voice back, and thanks to a speech doctor who helped me regain my speech, I can now talk, albeit slowly. But it was a clear voice, and that was nice. I also started gaining some of my strength back, thanks in part to that soup that I was eating, among other things. I can now move my arms almost as good as normal, but I can't lift anything heavy. Aunt Poppy came to visit every day, but nobody else came to visit and I was a little worried

So it has been three weeks since I first woke up, and today the doctor suggested that I try to walk. I was a little scared, not knowing if my legs can support all my weight, but Aunt Poppy was there to help me stand, but I can't find any of my balance, so I had to hold on to her for support, and my other hand was against the wall. I had managed to go 5 steps before I sat down on the floor. She lifted me up towards my wheelchair, as this was my only way to move from one place to another as of this time. I did not really like to be in this wheelchair, but I did not want to do anything that may slow down my recovery.

I was sitting down on my hospital bed alone, when the doctor came in. He was now going to ask the remainder of the questions.

"Are you feeling okay now, Miss Clarke?" "Yes." "Do you feel as if something is wrong with you?" "No." "Okay, that's good. Are you experiencing any memory loss?" I think for a while, before responding, "I don't think so doctor. But I'm not sure." The doctor narrows his eyes for a bit before saying, "Ok… Now what's the last thing you remember before you got here?" I think for a moment, before I reply, "I was packing my things, to go somewhere, but… I can't remember where I was supposed to go." I saw the doctor taking down notes, and then I felt a little unsure, so I asked, "Is there anything wrong, Doctor?" "No-no, there's nothing wrong, Miss Clarke. You're fine." He gets up and leaves the hospital room, and I felt like he was not telling the truth about if I was fine or not.

Poppy Clarke's POV

I have just entered the hospital to check on my niece, when her doctor calls for me, so I go towards him. His face seemed a little troubled, and I did not feel good about how this conversation was about to go.

"Is there a problem, Doctor?", I ask him. "She's fine, Madam, but she does not seem to remember how she got here. I think she does not remember her plane crash, or even when she was still boarding the plane." "What? That's impossible. You mean she does not remember seeing how her parents died?" The doctor shakes his head, and then warns me, "Don't tell her anything about the plane or the bomb, until at least after she recovers. We don't want her to be in a state of shock, as this will slow down her recovery a thousandfold. But I do recommend not telling her at all about it. I think she is suffering from an event-induced amnesia, so maybe she can remember what happened when the time is right." I calm down a bit, "Okay, doctor, if you think it's what is best for my niece, then so be it." He nods his head, and I head towards Eliza's hospital room.

When I enter, I see that Eliza looked deep in thought, so I watch her for a bit before she notices me and then says, "Hey, Aunt Poppy. You are here. How's work?" "Oh, It's fine, Eliza. Looking out for a house is not that hard, especially if there are only a few people staying."

I was now the caretaker, housemother, you can name it, in Anubis house, once the former school was destroyed in the British Invasion and only Anubis house was left standing. I did not know why they had decided to make me the housemother of Anubis, but I was not complaining.

(25 years ago, the year 2022)

When my older brother Jerome and all of the Anubis gang graduated from high school, I decided to transfer house to Anubis house. The old caretaker Victor was not too happy at first when I moved to Anubis, but after a while I think he had grown on me, or maybe not. Maybe he just got used to me.

I stayed at Anubis house until I had graduated from high school, and then I went to college. But something in my mind was calling me back towards Anubis house, so at the earliest opportunity after I finished college, I headed back to Anubis house.

I rang at the doorbell, and it was opened by Trudy.

"Hello dearie! What brings you here?" Trudy welcomes me inside as I look around, and see no students. "So, where's everyone, Trudes?" "Oh, they are all in school." "How's the old place when I was gone?" "Oh, it's not as hectic as back then, Poppy. Now we have only 4 students staying in the house." "Is that so? So, there's a lot less work for you to do now, I presume?" "Oh, not really. The house has not gotten any smaller since you left, which means I still have to clean the same area, but you can say it became a little easier, as there are less students to make a mess." "Did we make that much of a mess when we were the ones staying here, Trudes?" "No, not so much your batch as your older brother Jerome's, really." We both laughed at that. Alfred Lewis had that reputation as being clumsy, and it must have rubbed off the others.

We sat down in the living room as we catch up on what each of us were doing while I was away. She was telling me stories about the students who stayed in Anubis house after us and their escapades, and we got some good laughs at that. I told her all about college life and how difficult it was, but I managed to finish my college education, and I had fun too.

Trudy looked at the time, and realized that it was almost time to cook for lunch, so I asked her, "Would you like me to help you cook for lunch, Trudes?" She smiled and replied, "Well, it has been a long time since someone offered to help me cook…" She looked at me, and I knew what she was talking about. It was before our high school graduation, and I saw Trudy was having a little difficulty trying to cook all the food for us, so I offered to help her. "It was that long?" She nodded. "Well, we have to start cooking lunch, shall we, Poppy, or nothing will get cooked." I agree, so we head to the kitchen and cook lunch. We finish cooking just before the students arrive from school…

That was Chapter 5, guys. Do you want me to continue the history of Poppy Clarke when she returns to Anubis house, or will we just skip that and return to the present, when Eliza is at the hospital?

If you do decide to continue Poppy's backstory at Anubis house, please suggest ideas about how the students will be like, their names and personalities. There should be two boys and two girls. Place your suggestions at the review.