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Yaya heard the doorbell ring, and rushed to open the door. “Ikuto! Amu!” She greeted. “Come right in.” She motioned toward the hallway, where Ikuto and Amu stepped in. “Are we going upstairs to your room?” Ikuto asked, staring at the stairs. Yaya simply nodded in reply and led them up. “Right this way.”
As soon as they got to her room, Amu happened to gaze around. “Wow, you have a lot of CDs, and electronics,” she gasped. Yaya shrugged, and looked down at a computer chair. “Sit,” she said to Amu.
“What?” Amu blinked.
“SIT!” Yaya shouted, and Amu quickly obeyed. “Now, I’m going to have you answer a few questions,” she paced back and forth in front of her. “And what if I don’t?” Amu sneered. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Then you’ll have a little ‘conference’ with Ikuto-kun here.” Yaya pointed at Ikuto, who licked his lips, making Amu gulp. “Okay, okay,” she spoke. “I’ll answer your stupid questions.”

“Let’s begin,” Yaya said, turning off the lights, and aiming a flashlight at Amu. “What is your name?”
Amu blocked her hand from the light. “Amu Hinamori?” She answered. Yaya nodded slightly. “Alright…” She spoke. “When is your birthday?” “September 24th,” Amu replied, sighing. “This is a waste—“
“I’ll ask the questions here!” Yaya argued. “Now, what color—“ “Yaya, these questions are stupid,” Ikuto spoke. “Why don’t I ask the questions?”
Yaya glared at him, thought for a mere second, and handed him the flashlight. “Fine,” she said, “if you think you can do a better job than me.”
Ikuto rolled his eyes. “Of course.” He aimed the flashlight at Amu to begin. “You told me you were on a plank at sea. Why?” “I-I don’t know!” Amu shouted. Yaya stabbed a finger into Ikuto’s arm. “Doesn’t seem to be going so well,” she sung.
He shook her off and went onto the next question. “Do you know who any of these people are?” He held up a picture of group of people. The top row had a girl with long blonde hair, labeled “Rima Mashiro,” a girl with a long purple ponytail, labeled “Nadeshiko Fujisaki,” and the next girl had blonde pigtails, labeled “Utau Hoshina.” The list of people seems to have lots of rows and groups.
Amu squinted at the picture and shook her head. “As far as I know: nope.”
Ikuto and Yaya sighed with disappointment. “I don’t think this is going to work,” Ikuto said to Yaya. “No! It has to!” She replied, shaking him off. “There has to be some other way.”
She thought for a moment and snapped her fingers. “Maybe…maybe we can invite some of the others here!”
Ikuto glared at her. “Like that’s going to work,” he said. “She barely remembered us when we appeared.”
Yaya waved a finger around. “Well maybe she can’t remember us, but she can remember the others? I don’t know.” She pushed a button on her headphones, and a static sound filled the air. “Yaya to Rima,” she spoke. “Rima, are you there?”

Rima sat up and pushed a button on her black headphones. “Rima to Yaya: I am here,” she spoke into her microphone attached to her headphones. “Good!” Yaya said at the other end. “Can you come to my house? I’ve got Amu here,” and she hung up.
Rima trembled at the sound of Amu’s name. “Amu…” She whispered, and got up to leave her home.