Luna awoke the next morning with bleary eyes. All night she'd dreamt about Toby. First when they were puppies—she remembered him knocking a pile of crates on top of her and sending her to the hospital—then a time she'd seen him yelling at a wolf cub about something. She couldn't remember. And then there was the time when he'd run off without even bothering to say goodbye to her, just because the sled team wanted him. Wait a minute, she thought. How could that have bothered me if we were never friends? Maybe I'm still dazed from that blow to the head. She shook herself and headed downstairs. Maybe he turned his back on me and that's when I became friends with Pete? she wondered. Or it could all just be a dream.

Toby did as Rex had suggested and followed Luna and Pete around that day. Several times he was almost caught, but each time he managed to avoid detection. It wasn't easy, though. Pete escorted Luna all over town, copying virtually every step of Toby and Luna's first date! If he even tries for the storage lot, I'm going to hurl, thought Toby. It was then he realized that there was only one way Pete could have such a complete memory of that day. He was spying on us! I'll bet he's the reason everything kept going out of whack!

The imitations were weak at best. Even though the places were the same—ignoring the fact that Pete missed half of them—Toby could tell from a distance that Luna was uneasy with Pete's egotistical air and pushy attitude. It was all Toby could do not to intervene, and by the time the two of them split for lunch, he was at the end of his patience. He watched as Pete "escorted" Luna to her front door.

"Mind if I come in for lunch?" he asked.

He'd better not…

Much to Toby's relief, Luna shook her head. "No, my owners might not appreciate a strange dog."

Yes! Toby silently cheered. Way to go, Luna!

"Oh, don't be silly," smiled Pete beguilingly. "Your owners know me like I was their own dog."

Toby started to panic. No, Luna! Don't! he begged. Don't listen to him!

"No, Pete," answered Luna. "Frankly, I'd like a little space right now."

"Oh, Luna, I'm hurt. I'd let you come in if it were my house."

"No." Luna entered through the pet flap. Pete tried to follow, but only got as far as his head. As best Toby could figure, Luna whacked the dog door down on top of Pete's nose. Whatever happened, Pete yelped and quickly backed up. Luna stuck her head out, wearing the kind of look that told a perpetrator with all the subtlety of an angry grizzly bear that they were in treacherous waters and had better change course. "Pete," she growled, "if this is how you are when someone says no, consider yourself dumped."

Toby was practically dancing. She finally came around! he thought. Dad was right!

Pete's tail tucked itself between his legs, and his chin and ears drooped until they touched the ground. "Aw, I'm sorry, Luna," he said in his most apologetic tone. "I didn't mean to be a jerk, honest. It's just hard having someone who means so much to me not remember who I am."

Toby's heart sank as he saw Luna's expression soften. Looks like Pete's acting has improved, he thought.

"Tell you what," Pete went on. "Let me make it up to you. How about you meet me in the boiler room tonight at eight? I'll have dinner all set up."

Toby knew what was coming. If Luna had one fault, it was her willingness to forgive. The very thing that had enabled them to stay friends so long was now pulling them apart. "All right," Luna conceded. "Tonight at eight."

"Great," grinned Pete. "See you then."

"Oh, by the way," Luna called as Pete turned away.

"Yes, sugar bowl?"

Luna grimaced. "First, don't call me that. Second, strike two."

Toby decided that now might be his last chance to talk some sense into Luna. As soon as Pete was out of sight, he crept up to Luna's front door and scratched at it.

"Pete," grumbled Luna's voice, "I said I'd see you―" She stopped short as she stuck her head out and saw Toby. "Oh, it's you."

"Luna, please listen. Did any of that date seem at all familiar?"

Luna maintained her stony glare. "As a matter of fact, it did. Why?"

"Pete was copying your first date with me, about three months ago. Pete was following us, trying to mess everything up. Like the ice cave? He tried to scare us by howling at the entrance while we were inside. And when we went to the beach, he tripped me with a rope to make me knock you into the water. You pulled me in after you when I tried to help you out. We finished the date at the storage lot where we first met. That's when we had our first kiss."

Luna's head was spinning. Part of her mind was struggling to remember, and indeed it was so close she could hardly take the strain until Toby mentioned the storage lot and brought back the previous night's dream. "Now that you mention the storage lot," she said, "I do remember you knocking those boxes on me when I was a puppy."

"Luna, please, that was an accident. You've got to believe me."

Luna turned her back to him. "Just go away, Toby."

Toby sighed in defeat. "All right, but only on one condition."

"What?"

"At dinner tonight, mention spaghetti and meatballs if he doesn't bring any."

"Why?"

"Just trust me," pleaded Toby. "If you won't do it for me, do it for yourself to test Pete."

Luna nodded. "All right, I will. But only if you go away right now."

Toby sighed. Luna was the world to him, and having her tell him to go away was like a punch in the stomach. "Okay," he agreed.

Luna went back inside. Something inside her felt wrong. The facts―or at least the facts she remembered—all seemed to add up, and yet nothing made sense. What on earth is happening to me?