Molly opened her mailbox and pulled out the letters inside. One was from Jacques, another from Liam.

Molly opened the one from Jacques. It had a present attached.

Bonjour, mon chéri…

Thanks for coming over the other day. It was real cool to see you…heh. Tonight's Saturday. You want to meet up at the club? Listen to K.K. drop some beats? Heh. Reply soon, okay?

Amoureusement vôtre,

- Jacques (AN: totally didn't use google translate for that…don't judge! I picked Spanish!)

Molly opened up the present. It had a nicely wrapped chocolate heart, with no price tag in sight. Molly's face turned red. She pocketed the letter and opened Liam's.

Whats up?

Try thinking about May 26th. Think violins, Moonlight Sonata. That was your favorite song.

- Liam

This letter was shorter than Jacques' and had no present attached; however, this had been how they had communicated since the alligator attack. Too paranoid to talk about Molly's past life in the open, Liam told her through letters. Sending dates. Clues. Molly sighed and folded his latest letter, and walked back inside. She picked up her violin and stroked it, trying to make it dispel the secret of May 26th.

Moonlight Sonata…that was written by…oh, it's on the tip of my tongue!

Molly's wings itched to pull out the bow and play a song. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Remember it…the…the concert…

The headache was already coming, but Molly pushed it away. She had learned long ago how to ignore it.

Everyone…staring at me…gotta get it right…

Molly fell back on the bed, losing herself in thought.

Music…he smiled. Gave a thumbs-up. Liam…and now I'm playing…the music is so…

Molly drifted off in the memory. She would think that a memory of losing herself in music would be hard to grasp; but is was the opposite. It was so clear in her mind, the color, the deep blue of the song, the smell of the old violin. It was crystal.

It's over. It's over already. And they're all clapping. Some are crying. And I feel so alive.

Molly stood up and walked over to the violin. There was dead silence; time to fix that. She picked it up. It was just like in her memory. She imagined the crowd and when she resurfaced, her feathers were aching and the music was done. The song was several minutes long; how did it only take a moment?

"Hey! Molly! Wanna play hide-and-seek?"

Butch and Biff cannoned through the trees, scaring the life out of Molly.

"Whoa!" Molly shook herself. "Uh…alright," she replied once her feathers lied flat.

"Ye-haa!" Biff thundered off and Molly followed more slowly. Once Biff had expressly explained the rules, Butch, Purrl, and Molly were off to hide.

Molly picked behind a tree behind Re-Tail. She squatted down, occasionally peeking behind the trunk to see if Biff was nearby. She shifted to get into a comfortable position, then-

Molly was struck down by a bolt of light. A strangled noise came from her throat as she collapsed, gripping her head. Flashes of memories were going by faster faster faster faster faster

light

a building

memory

music

Molly felt something shaking her, but she couldn't respond. She was terrified; what was happening? Had the alligators come back for her? It was wearing off. She blinked and looked at the sky. A shadow loomed over her. A spasm went through her and it started all over again…

Molly woke up in a room she'd never seen before. She shivered and observed it.

The floor was made of solid gold, the wall covered in Egyptian paintings and hieroglyphs. An upbeat, African tune was playing on a black-and-gold stereo. There was a Chinese lantern and an exotic tapestry hanging on the wall, a moai statue in the corner, and a small replica of a Kinderdijk Windmill. The bed she was lying on was in stark contrast to everything else. It was a simple bed with red sheets and dark wood. She huddled back into the covers when she heard footsteps, pretending to be asleep. A sweet smell filled the room; cookies. The footsteps got closer to the bed. There was a pause, a sigh that sounded frustrated and concerned at the same time, and footsteps shuffling away. After a couple seconds, she peeked over the covers. This wasn't a secret hideout. Alligators didn't collect items from around the world and bake cookies and check on their prisoners. Molly looked outside the window she was placed next to and got a pretty view of Solaris. She was still in her town. Relief washed over her.

That means I'm in someone's house, she realized. But nobody has a house this big, except…

Of course. Liam.

Molly tried remembering what had happened before she had woken up here. She remembered a game of hide-and-seek, but everything before that was foggy. Dismay bloomed in her chest, but she didn't know why. Was she late for an event? Was she not supposed to be here? Whatever.

"Liam?" Molly asked. Her voice came out rough and squeaky, and she cleared her throat.

Liam popped his head through the door on the right side of the room.

"Oh! Okay, you're awake. About time." he smiled and offered a cookie. She accepted.

"So, what just happened?" Molly asked after two bites of the delicious dessert.

"You were playing hide-and-seek, and you suddenly flipped out and Biff thought you were trying to hide by curling up in a ball, so when you didn't react when he started shaking you he was confused, and Butch said that this had happened before when you flipped out a month or two ago and that he should bring you to me so I could help but since I don't really know what to do I kind of just shoved you in bed and hoped you'd wake up soon and in the meantime I was making cookies because I thought maybe the smell would wake you up because-" Liam took a deep breath. "…Yeah, okay. That answer your question?"

"Yeah," Molly mumbled through cookie. "But how did it happen?"

Liam looked at the ceiling and muttered something along the lines of 'oh my god not this crap again'.

"I'm guessing you tried to remember a very important event in your life and then passed out?" he suggested. "I knew sending that letter was risky."

"Why would I pass out from a memory?" Molly asked. Liam stood up.

"I am seriously not in the mood to explain literally everything again,"he sighed. "Just give it a second, you'll remember."

With that he walked outside the door. Molly puzzled over it for a second.

There's something screaming at me. I need to remember…this shouldn't have happened. Medicine…memories…

And in a flash, Molly remembered again. Molly gasped and her wings flew to her mouth.

"I'm a human," Molly said. She repeated it over and over until everything fully came back to her. "The medicine knocked me out."

Suddenly she was just so tired. She didn't want to work anymore. Remembering her whole past life was so difficult, and things like this would keep happening if she wasn't on her guard.

All day.

Every day.