Mighty continued to stare mindlessly into space, but he could hear groans coming from the person next to him. Mighty slightly turned his head to see Honey struggling. She was twisting and turning, it seemed as if she were to weak to coordinate.

So, the black armadillo got out of his seat to help her up. Espio sat glaring at him from the other side of the room; he still didn't approve of Mighty and Honey being together. It was worse since Espio himself found Honey quite attractive. The chameleon really wanted to get up and say something, push Mighty out of the way and help Honey himself, or at least would do a better job at it. It was agonizing for the chameleon to just stare at the girl, holding Mighty's arms as he gently guided her weak body to an upright position. But there was something slipping, something that each of them were losing faster than the minutes were changing. What was it, the chameleon kept asking himself.

"Mighty," the purple chameleon called. Mighty helped Honey to a seated position before he sped to Espio, somewhat relieved that he didn't have to see her. Mighty looked clueless, innocent, his eyes only reflecting what he was staring at. "What's up," Espio asked, maybe he could momentarily distract Mighty from what was really going on. Mighty looked at Espio, he wasn't sure what the chameleon meant. "Why did you leave earlier?" Espio clarified. Mighty looked away, the memories of his parents and everything that happened ready to burst in his head, he didn't need an emotional breakdown, not here, not ever. Espio scanned the armadillo, there was something he did, something missing, a puzzle piece that couldn't be found.

Espio sighed, no matter how jealous he got he could never hurt a friend, "Sorry it's nothing if it really bothers you, drop the subject." Mighty smiled lightly before turning his attention back to Honey, but the chameleon couldn't help but ask, "Who is she?"

For that moment, and that moment alone Espio was torn, he didn't want to deceive his friend, but now he was curious, there was definitely something wrong. Espio stood and stared at the armadillo, hadn't they known each other only a few minutes ago. "Y-Ya honestly don't know," Espio choked, Mighty looked offended, hurt, and guilty all at once. Espio didn't know what to say, before he noticed the extreme look of worry on Honey's face. She didn't remember them either. Espio took a deep breath, things were just about to get a lot more complicated, was this gonna happen to all of them?

Gathering his strength Espio walked over to Honey and calmly started speaking. "Hello Honey, you might not know this but I am Espio, we used to be friends, here next to me is someone you got into a big fight with, it's up to you two to set your feelings right, but he is Mighty. Sooner or later you will see a crocodile and a bee fighting, the crocodile is Vector, besides me he is the other person you should listen to, and the bee will be Charmy, you completely adore him." With that Espio smiled, he lightly put out his hand to help Honey down. The Lyra was scared though and refused to take his hand. "I-Is she an angel," Mighty asked. Espio looked at his partner like he was crazy, before realizing that Honey's angel wings were being exposed. "No," he said in a deep voice, "no one knows how Honey got her wings, but they do look like angel wings.

Honey giggled lightly, something was defiantly pleasing her. The girl reached out and gently brushed Mighty's quills, causing him to smile in a goof ball/ play ball way. Was he already winning, by just being there, "You're a very silly armadillo aren't you," Honey teased, then gave a light purr. This really made Espio mad, but he always learned that you don't need a mouse trap to catch a mouse, because everything is opt to mess up.

Espio just gave a devilish smile and let the soon to be ex-couple do their work. He needed time to think about what really matters. Why they were here, and he was pretty sure that it had to do with Mighty and Honey not knowing each other.

Mighty stared mindlessly into Honey's eyes, he got into a fight with her, which was completely unbelievable to the armadillo, he felt as though he were obliged to keeping the girl safe. He would never, say or do anything that steeped out of line, but there was that thing that he didn't know about her. He needed to know, it might be the only connection between his parents disappearances in heaven. Wasn't it supposed to be perfect here, nothing wrong, so why was he all of the sudden starting to forget parts of his life, his first kiss, his best friend, huge chunks of his life were being cut out, or maybe even worse changed, but why did take so long to take effect, or was it recent that everything happened? Another question noodles into Mighty's head, why was he here, and why did he go to see his parents, was it all because of this one girl, Mighty could feel himself starting to have that warm feeling of anger, it was boiling up right through his entire body. A fire that ran through him for one goal, and with that Mighty's dark blue eyes had the look of fire. He didn't want anything to do with this girl, but why were all these emotions running through his body, all for this girl he doesn't even know. He needed to take a deep breath, I mean, honestly if he took a good look at the girl, he couldn't find anything dangerous, in fact the girl seemed weak, or at least like she had the life drained out of her. With that sorrow filled his chest, who would hurt such an innocent being?

The armadillo continued to have conflicting feelings for the girl, life isn't easy when you can barely remember it, and here's Mighty's one chance to get everything straightened out and he was fighting with himself about random feelings. At times the armadillo completely hated himself, he sometimes wished he could die and wither away, just like his parents did. Leave the mortal world and be eternally happy in heaven, some things just couldn't happen though. No matter how much Mighty yearned for it, he could never bring himself to do so. Finally, the armadillo looked up, his deep blue eyes piercing into Honey's concerned eyes, what was she thinking as I stood like an idiot he thought.

Honey tried to smile, what was he thinking, why am I even here, and who are these people? Honey sat still, legs folded behind her back; she could see her wings poking out from behind. It is weird having cute boys think you're an angel, but by having that question asked before. Truth be told, she actually is part angel, her mother was a Lyra and her father, an angel, but that was all she knew about them. She also knew that her father became a mortal, so it was partially impossible for the wings to be from her father. Honey knew that the night he laid her mother was the night all Godliness was lost. But look what came out of that, an angelic girl with an evil side.

Honey continued her pondering, why was she born with angels wings. She wasn't a redeemer or anything, just an ordinary girl. Honey looked back at Mighty, who is he, she thought. He seems so important; the least she can do is remember him. It was going to be a silent promise to herself that she kept; she will remember him, no matter what it takes.

Author's Notes

I know I am a terrible author, but just bare with me here, I'm pretty new to the fanfiction world and to stand to any of these authors is something. No honestly there are a lot of good stories, but please read and review. I know you want to, even to criticize. Wait I sound like a bitch, whoops!