Ricky opened his eyes to a dim light. He looked about, but saw nothing in every direction. He picked himself up, still wondering where he was.

"Hello?" he said. No answer. "HELLOOOO?" he shouted. Still nothing. "Anybody here?" he said quietly.

"Bout time you showed up." said a voice behind him. Ricky spun around, shocked at the sudden visitor. He looked at the owner of the voice, then his eyes widened. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. "Your eyes are playing tricks. What you see is what once was a man. I am the one who you are not right now." the figure said as he walked closer to Ricky, soon towering over him. "I am the real Ricky Archer Torrent."

"Whuh?" Ricky baffled as he took in what he saw and heard. Standing in front of him was a taller, less cartoony version of himself. He had the jacket, the shirt, the hair, the pants, but he had brown shoes, no tail, no fur, not white gloves, and no green nose. Ricky just stared at awe for a moment until something dawned on him. "Are you a ghost?" he asked. His question stemmed from the fact that he could see right through the figure calling himself Ricky. The only parts that were solid were his shoes.

"No." laughed the other Ricky. "I'm just fractured." Ricky gave him a confused look. "I'm the you that you can't remember. I'm the memory that's been shattered." he continued. "I guess you can call me Memory Ricky, or MemRicky for short." He then stuck out his hand towards his cartoon guest. "Nice to meet you."

"Uh...nice to meet you too?" Ricky said as he slowly shook MemRicky's hand. "So your the me who I can't remember?"

"That's right." MemRicky said. "And I'll stay this way, seperated and almost empty until you can find the missing parts of me." He then lifted his left leg up, bring his knee a foot away from Ricky's face.

"What are you-?"

THWACK. MemRicky cut Ricky off by kicking him with enough force to knock him off his feet. As Ricky went flying, all few dozen pictures of his time with the Warners, as well as a few events he couldn't remember, flashed before his eyes. He hit the ground with a thud that seemed to echo into the darkness. He sat up and looked at MemRicky with anger and confustion.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he screamed. MemRicky just smiled as he put his foot back down.

"That's the progress you've made so far."

"Progress?"

"It's how much you've remembered of yourself since arriving here."

"Could've just told me." Ricky said, rubbing his sore nose while still sitting. He looked up and saw a figure behind MemRicky. "Who's that?" he said, pointing behind MemRicky. MemRicky looked around and saw the figure. He stared at the figure, then reached up to his chest and blushed.

"Someone very special to us." he said as he kept looking at the figure, who slowly started to shape into a person. The face was hidden, but Ricky could feel a warmth just looking at her. The figure faded and MemRicky looked back at his toon counterpart. "And until your memory returns, neither of us will see her again. She'll just be another face among the crowd."

Ricky stayed quiet, letting this information sink in. He sat there for awhile and stared sadly at the ground until MemRicky walked over and picked him up by the scruff on his neck, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Well?" was all MemRicky said as he stared at Ricky. Ricky just stayed quiet for awhile until.

"What do I do?" asked Ricky, hoping for some guidance.

"Simple. Repair your memory." MemRicky stated before dropping Ricky on his butt.

"How will I know when it's all there?"

"When you can't see through me anymore." MemRicky said as he walked off, slowly fading into the distance.

"Hey, WAIT!" Ricky shouted. But it was too late. MemRicky had vanished. Just as he did, the void began to brighten as he heard voices in the distance. He looked up as he closeds his eyes, feeling puzzled, yet relaxed at this awkward meeting. He slowly opened his eyes again, seeing that he was in the guest bed in the Warner Tower, with the trio looking at him.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head." Yakko said as he and his siblings backed away so Ricky could get up. Ricky yawned and stretched, popping some joints as he shook himself awake.

"What time is it?" Ricky yawned as he looked at all three of them smiling at him.

"9 A.M." Dot said. Ricky thought for a second, then hopped out of bed.

"Makes sense." Ricky said. "Otherwise Dot would be shouting about needing more beauty sleep." All the boys laughed as Dot just glared at Ricky. They all left the room and had breakfast. Afterwards there pancake/waffle war and clean up, they all stood on the railing of the water tower, taking in the 'fresh air' and the view.

"So what're we doing today?" Wakko said. Yakko was about to reply, but Ricky spoke first.

"I need to see Scratchansniff." The Warners looked at him with confusion. "I need to talk about these dreams I've been having." Ricky continued.

"Well, we've got a session in a few hours." Yakko said. "Can you hold out till then?"

"Yeah, ok." Ricky replied.

"All right then everybody. FORWARD MARCH!" shouted Yakko. The four of them marched off the railing, fell off the tower, landed safely, then sped off to cause mayhem.