Molly awoke in Filbert's bedroom.

What am I doing here?

Confused, Molly observed the room. She'd never been in his house before. Was she dreaming? She heard a creaking sound and saw Liam open the door.

"Oh! Molly! You're awake."

"Uh-huh. What am I doing here?"

Liam laughed. "Nice one. Remembered anything else lately?"

Molly stared at him, confused still. Liam was waiting for a response.

"…Y'know? Remembering? How we met?" Liam said, his voice now more cautious.

"Oh, yeah. Of course I remember that," Molly replied.

Relief washed over Liam's face. "Good. Here, I made you some dandelion tea. In honor of…you know."

Molly took the small cup in her hands and took a sip. It was bitter, but she was so thirsty she didn't mind.

"Yeah, I remember how we met. It was just a day ago, Liam." Molly laughed. "What, don't you remember? You came off the train and we all cheered. Pretty hard to forget."

Liam's eyes widened in shock. "Wait…but you told me you remembered the real story."

Molly paused. "Huh?"

Liam's hands dropped to his sides and he lowered his head.

"You…forgot again," he whispered. "I thought you were different. I thought maybe…we had a chance to save you."

Molly looked at her cup. It was vibrating in her hands. She realized after a split second that the cup itself was still; her wings were the ones trembling.

"Well…if you feel better, you ought to get back to your house." his voice was different now, more brisk, more mayoral. "I gotta go. I've set up a yellow bench project and I want to have it done by tomorrow." He turned away and opened the door. "Oh, and a new resident has moved in, if you wanna say hi." The door shut.

Molly sat there and finished her tea. She carefully unwrapped her bandages. She sat on the couch, pondering her latest predicament. Apparently, she had lost memory of something. She tried remembering everything she could before she had woken up. She vaguely recalled spotting a plot for Jacques' new home, but everything after that was foggy. She got up and walked outside. The grass squelched under her feet, showing it had rained recently. Molly weaved her way back to her house, and was stunned to see Purrl inside, making the bed. Molly took in her home; it looked much different.

"Oh, you're back home. I've been the caretaker of your place while you were out; buying furniture and keeping out the cockroaches."

Molly nodded. "Thank you. It looks really nice."

The room indeed looked different. There was a bed now, for starters, which Purrl had just finished making. Second, there was a small brown desk with paper and ink on it. Molly counted up the new furniture. She must've been out for at least day.

"Liam came in and replaced the dandelions for you," she added.

"Replaced? What for?"

"Well, I don't know if you have a severe case of short-term memory or what, but you kind of smashed them on the floor and then passed out," she said drily. She fluffed the pillow one last time and moved towards the door. "If you're feeling well enough to come all the way here, you can take care of your house. See you around." Purrl scooted out and strolled away. Molly stood there, dumbfounded. She had smashed her dandelions and passed out? Perhaps she did have short-term memory. Oh well, she might as well say hi to the new resident.

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"Hey…"

"Uh, hi."

Jacques was inside his home, taking a swig out of a bottle of something. He was a navy blue bird, a bit taller than Molly, wearing a red flannel shirt. He had sleepy sea-green eyes and a green beanie. He was also completely wiped out on a black sofa with a metal frame. The fact that he wasn't packed in boxes confirmed that Molly had been passed out for two days.

Jacques drank more and puffed. "Zut alors! This is some pretty weak apple cider. You guys don't have any wine though, kind of sucks. Oh well. Who're you?"

"Molly. Quackidee."

Jacques burst out laughing. "Quackidee?"

Molly paused. "Er…" Truth was, she somewhat always had the urge to say that, but kept it in. Must've popped out that one time.

"No matter, zut alors. Want some apple cider? It's got no-" Jacques hiccuped and chuckled. "-no pep to it. Totally flat. Totally gross. But everyone in this town's kindof flat, 'cept for the feline. She's cute. The dog is trying too hard to be tough. The squirrel…do I even need to say? Heh. Dunno 'bout you. You've been wiped out in the squirrel's house for a while. Doin' something naughty, huh? I know, heh. Been to Club LOL too many times, got a lil' dizzy, woke up in Fuchsia's house, no idea how I got there. Whoops. Heh."

Molly backed away. "Er, his name is Filbert. Also, are you okay? You look pretty tired." And you sound like you've just been inhaling carbon dioxide.

"Been ridin' on a train all afternoon yesterday and just finished unpacking. I'm exhausted. Thanks for helping a guy out." Another chuckle. "See you 'round, Molly. I need to crash for a lil' while." Jacques yawned, stretched, and began snoring on the couch. Molly watched for a moment, then left the house quietly. She began taking the familiar stroll to Main Street. She decided to explore a little.

The street was very unimpressive, holding only five buildings. One was the small shed that she had went to every day; the Nookling Junction. To the right of that was a building slightly larger with a fenced-off roof area, the Able Sisters. And to the farthest corner was a large, impressive museum. According to Pippy, it had nothing in it, which was rather disappointing. On the left, however, sat a humble post office and Nook's Homes. Anything else on the left had "do not enter" signs, fences, chains, and boards to keep out citizens. In the farthest corner, there was a fenced-off area, which she observed carefully. She wondered about Jacques. He had spoken about a building called Club LOL. She yawned and decided to rest on the bench to the far left. When she'd walked over there, she was surprised to see Liam sitting there. Talking.

"Ugh…what am I gonna do here? Everyone home is dead. I should be dead. Hell, I should've gotten the damn Operation! Everyone here seems so happy, so oblivious! It's so unfair, dammit!" Liam threw up his head to the sky in despair. Then he lowered it and sighed, staring off into the ocean uncomprehendingly. "What am I supposed to do here? None of them will ever remember. Am I totally insane? I'm sitting here talking to myself. I hate everything, son of a-"

"Are you alright? You sound pretty frustrated."

Liam leaped up a foot, and whirled around. His face flushed red.

"Er…I'm not crazy," he said first. Then he smiled and gave a nervous laugh. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Uh…I just got here," Molly replied. No point in embarrassing him.

"Well, nice to see you, Molly." Liam turned back to the sea. "Tired?"

"I guess." Molly cupped her elbows (If ducks do indeed have elbows) and pulled them close to her body. "Hey, it's cooling off. Aren't you cold?"

Liam stayed silent, not responding to her.

"Are you cold?" Molly repeated.

"A little, I guess. Time to go home. Want to come with me?" Liam asked, standing up carefully and swinging his arms. Molly shrugged and nodded.

The walk back to Liam's home was uneventful. When he opened the door, he hesitated, and looked at Molly.

"I just kind of want you to think about something," he began quietly. "Who are you?"

He stared at Molly intently. Molly was stunned.

"Come to me when you get the answer."

The door shut.

The wind blew.

The question thrashed around in Molly's mind.

Who am I?