The Frog at the Top of Frosty Mountain

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Sharon, 'the witch', walked up to Allan and hugged him tight. Allan awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, surprised at the sudden display of refletion. He looked down at the pigeon, who was just standing on the ground, and saw that he was smiling.

"I'll see you on the mountain." The pigeon said. He flew off towards the snowy peak and out of sight.

The Allan wasn't surprised to see him go suddenly. So many strange things were happening at once, and yet, he was comfortable with them. A part of him knew that they needed to happen, that he was meant to be there and that Sharon was meant to be there as well. He hugged her tighter, and before he knew it, he was crying.

"I'm Allan Hill." Allan said through the tears.

"Yes." Sharon said, bursting into tears as well. "Do you know who I am?"

"Sharon." Allan said. "Sharon Walker. You're my girlfriend, and I love you."

"Yes!"

Allan broke the hug and kissed Sharon. It was a new kiss that turned into a familiar one that Allan realized he had missed. He broke the kiss to look into Sharon's eyes and found even more memories being unlocked in his mind, pieces of himself that he didn't even know were missing.

"There was a car crash." Allan said in a matter of fact tone.

"Yes, there was." Sharon confirmed. "The doctors said you wouldn't be able to walk again. But you did. They also said your memory wouldn't come back, but look at you now."

"There are still plenty of gaps. But if I reach Frosty Mountain, it'll all come back."

Sharon stared at him, puzzled for a moment, but nodded in agreement. 

"If that's what you need to do to remember, then I'll go the rest of the way with you. My brother can take us there."

Sharon waved at the car, and out of the driver's seat, came a thing out of Allan's nightmares. It was the thing that had chased Allan through the forest, the thing that had burst through the door at 'the witch's house'. It was the demon with many eyes.

"Hello there, lad. I see yee met me sister!"

Allan covered his eyes with his hands and shuttered. He pushed away the image of the demon in his mind and focused on a memory. The memory of a nervous looking man sitting in the back seat of his car, a man cringing at the tense argument between a father and a son.

"You're my brother in law." Allan said.

"Yeah." Said a normal sounding voice, not at all like the voice of the demon Allan had heard.

"You were in the accident too, weren't you? Your name is Robert."

"Yes and yes." The voice said with a chuckle.

Allan took the hands away from his eyes and found a young man standing in front of him. The man had a faded scar running down his right cheek, a scar that was barely noticiable when he smiled.

"It's good to have you back Allan." Robert said.

"It's good to be back, at least partially."

"Right. We should be heading to Frosty Mountain, shouldn't we? That's how we'll get all of you back."