Who are you?

Chapter 7

John's eyes widened as he grinned, "You remember, you do? Really?"

Branch looked uncertain, "Johnny..you're Johnny?"

JD nodded, "Yep! That's me, you know me! Branch, you remember me....wait a minute...you genuinely...didn't remember me...did you?"

Branch shook his head, "No..why would I lie? Lying does nothing but cause confusion, hurt, and it makes you untrustworthy."

JD nodded and pat Branch on the head, "That's true, but seriously, did you hit your head or anything that made you forget?"

When Branch shook his head, JD sighed, "Then why didn't you remember me? I know you were young, but still..grandma must of told you stories about us!"

"Who's grandma?"

JD sighed again, "Then there's that, starlight. How could you not remember grandma? Where is she by the way?"

Branch looked confused as he stared at JD.

King Peppy looked like he either wanted to be sick or cry.

Poppy, who has heard this story from her father a few times, stepped between the brothers, "Okay! Old guy, go talk to my dad, he has the answers you need and want, Branch, you'll come with me and I'll try and explain it."

JD raised and eyebrow, "King Peppy's still alive? He was at least ten years older then grandma!" He whispered to himself, walking over to the old troll.

As Branch watched JD walk away, a feeling of panic began to set in.

He has no idea why he's feeling panicked, but he is and it does not feel good.

He ran towards his older brother and grabbed him from behind, clawing at the oldest and trying to get a good grip, "Johnny, don't! Don't go again! I'll be extra good this time! I promise!"

JD looked surprised as he shifted Branch to be in front of him, "Okay, starlight, let's take a moment and breathe, alright? Can you do that for me?"

While trying to calm Branch, he examined his face, it would help him determine what Branch is feeling.

Fear, panic, anxiety, pain, heartbreak, and...sadness..

He frowned, thinking about why Branch would be feeling this way.

The last memory he had of the baby was him turning and walking aw-....

Oh.

That makes sense.