A Fight to Remember

I Can't Remember Pt. 1

 A/N: Thanks Everyone! 

Flashback:

June 16 2028. Ellis

I'd been staring at the shoreline through my binoculars, sea lions, about fifty of them, lined the shore sunbathing like fat sausages. Amazing. I was looking at real life wild animals. Not like the zoo, or on TV.

Someone shouted, "Orca!" and everyone moved to the other side of the boat. I remained there, however, I didn't want to push through all those people just to maybe get a glimpse of something when I had a good view right here...

Beside me, Dad squinted at the blobs in the distance and half smiled at me. It was too bad mom was missing this... but then, she wasn't big into the outdoors like dad was. She was always reading or researching or on the phone with other doctors. Dad said she was on TV right now... talking about her medical breakthrough thing. Whatever that was. I shrugged, maybe to her, she wasn't missing much, but I missed her.

Just then, the boat jerked. Everyone shrieked and screamed. I hit my wrist on the railing and dropped my binoculars. I reached for them, but grabbed something else instead, something so heavy I almost fell down with it, except I managed to grab the other rail.

And then there was pain- and my body thundered with panic and adreneline, and I thought I heard my dad yell my name before a sharp stabbing pain struck my hand... and then...

I must've blacked out or something, because I don't remember what happened after that.

I remembered feeling wet, and staring angrily at my brother as Zola hovered over me, checking me over... and then they said that dad was gone, he'd fallen overboard, and I thought it was weird because hadn't he been right beside me?

I didn't believe them, I thought they were lying, playing some trick on me, but then I tuned into the chaos around me and realized that something really bad happened. But he'd been right there, right beside me... smiling at me. And then...where did he go? What happened?

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Now:

"That's him... I mean I don't get the beard, but- that's... that's him." Suddenly sober, I scrabbled for the tablet, soaking up every word of the article. "The fuck- he lost his memory?"

Cory reached over and pointed, "Wait- what's that? A video?"

I tapped on it and enlarged it to take over the screen.

"Hello, my name is Chelsea Brandt," The screen shifted, and a young red headed girl appeared. "I'm a journalism student from UBC, I'm here in Nanaimo, BC to track down rumour of an amnesiac man who now works for Vancouver Island Search and Rescue."

"No freaking way!" Cory exclaimed pausing the video on the nerdy girl's face. "I know her!"

"What?! What the hell- you know her?"

"We have integrated online classes, she's one of my contacts."

"Oh my God! Call her! Call her right freaking now! She knows my dad!"

"I don't have a number, I just have her on Messenger..."

"Well fine... Message her then, quick. Please..." I added.

Cory bent over his phone and thumbed through his contact list, his sandy hair drooping over his eyes. He typed something in and then sighed... "Okay, hopefully it won't take long."

Now all we had to do was wait. My finger hovered over the screen... right there... in front of me, was everything I needed to know about what happened to my dad.