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Ch. 1: Recall, Remember, Repeat

It is dark.

But it is not still.

The inky blackness swirls around her, lifts her hair slightly, and causes her to shiver. She is wandering down a tunnel. There is no end; the tunnel leads to nothing.

Yet she knows she must keep on walking. There is a force that beckons her. It calls her name. It urges her on.

And then, without warning, the tunnel ends. Now she is falling, plummeting into nothingness. Her mouth is stretched into a silent scream as the air whistles by. It shouldn't be possible to fall for this long.

Finally she hits water. The impact forces the air out of her lungs. At first the water is icy cold, but soon she can't feel it any more. She slowly drifts downward and lets her eyes fall shut. A soft murmuring accompanies her descent. It is dark, so dark.

She could almost say it was peaceful.

Her eyes snap open.

The first thing she sees is white. White ceilings, white walls. The second thing she notices is the light. It blinds her, contrasting sharply with the void she was just in. She realizes that she is lying down. Tubes snake out of her arms and into various machines.

Where the heck am I?

The thought causes her to panic. Who am I? What happened? The girl searched her thoughts but couldn't find any answers to her questions. Why can't I remember anything?

She began to hyperventilate. Suddenly a voice cut it. "Whoa, whoa! Take it easy. You're going to be fine."

She shot straight up. From what she could tell, it looked like she was in a hospital bed. In a hospital room.

Okay…

"You're going to be fine." The voice repeated. Turning her head, she noticed a man with a white coat standing next to the bed, checking something on one of the machines she was hooked up to.

"Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"I'm Doctor Anton Mercer." The man replied. "As to where you are, you're in Angel Grove General Hospital. You've been through quite an ordeal." He turned towards the door. "Dayu? Could you come here?" He called.

A young woman entered the room. "Please check on Patient Five." Dr. Mercer instructed her.

The girl glanced to her other side. There was another young woman in the room. This young woman, Patient Five, was also in a hospital bed, lying completely still.

A glance at the rest of the room didn't reveal much else. On the far side of the room by Patient Five there was a window covered with a shade and drapes. Two wooden chairs with green fraying cushions sat against the opposite wall. A wooden desk separated the hospital beds. Besides the various other machines, the tiny room was bare.

She turned back to Dr. Mercer. "Who am I? Why can't I remember anything?"

Dr. Mercer cleared his throat. "As I said, you've been through quite an ordeal. I don't know the full extent of what you've been through, but your mind is blocking you from remembering."

"But you know who I am?"

Dr. Mercer hesitated. "I do, but I don't think it would be wise to tell you. In my professional opinion, it would be best to let you remember things on your own. Telling you what you're purposely blocking out may have catastrophic consequences."

"Oh." The girl was silent for a moment. "But shouldn't I know what you know? It could help me remember."

"We want you to remember on your own and then tell us what you do remember. You sustained a few injuries and we need to know if any of these are the cause for your amnesia."

The young woman glanced over at Patient Five. "You called that girl Patient Five. Are there others like her? Are- are they like me?"

"If you mean that they can't remember anything, than yes." Dr. Mercer glanced over at Patient Five. "She was one of the others brought in. We needed double occupancy in rooms to fit all of you."

"Others? How many others were there?"

Dr. Mercer hesitated again. "I really shouldn't be telling you this…"

"How many?"

"Including you? Twelve."

She was back in the water, sinking further below the surface. Her eyelids felt heavy and slowly began to close. A few last air bubbles drifted us towards the glassy surface of the water.

Peaceful, so peaceful…

"Tori!"

She jerked. I know that voice…

"Tori!"

There it was again. It sounded desperate, frantic, as if the owner of it was searching for something he couldn't find.

"TORI!"

Wait a second… that's my name!

Suddenly the water felt frigidly cold. Panic shot through Tori. I've got to get out of here! I've got to get air!

Tori began to claw desperately at the water, trying to reach the surface. The water started to churn violently and she felt like she was being held down by an invisible force. The surface of the water was clear, which allowed her to see the owner of the voice dive into the water. He began to swim down towards her. He stretched out a hand as if his intention was to help pull her up. Tori extended her hand, straining to grasp the outstretched hand of the other person. For a moment she made contact…

And then everything went black.

She woke up again.

White ceiling, tubes and machinery, incessant beeping.

Breathe in, out. In, out.

Tori lay gasping for breath, feeling scared but triumphant. She remembered who she was! Then her good mood deflated. Yeah, she knew her name, but nothing else. Tori pushed herself into a sitting position so she could get a better view of the room. How did I get here? The bare room yielded no information that could help her. Then she remembered the other young woman in the room. Patient Five. She shuddered. That sounds positively dehumanizing.

Tori turned, expecting to see the girl sleeping. Instead, Patient Five (Tori really had nothing else to call her at the moment) was propped up, staring towards the small window which still had the shade drawn. Her lips were moving as if she was speaking to herself. However, her chanting seemed melodic. She's singing. Tori cleared her throat.

"Hello?"

The girl didn't react. Tori frowned. Patient Five seemed to be wrapped up in her own little world as she continued to softly sing. Tori closed her eyes and blocked out the beeping and whirring of the machines in the room. She could almost make out the tune and the words of the girl's song when a commotion from outside of the room drowned out the girl's voice. Startled, Tori glanced towards the door.

A moment later a young man burst through. His face was flushed as if he had just been in an argument with someone. He stopped short when he saw Tori. "Tori! You're awake!"

Another young man charged into the room. "Bro, I want to see Tori as much as you do," he addressed the first young man, "but I don't think you're allowed to barge through a hospital, yell at an orderly, and make enough noise to-" He broke off when he saw Tori. "Oh. Looks like she's awake."

"That's what I just said."

Tori studied the two young men in front of her. The first one who had entered had black hair and dark eyes. He was clad in blue jeans and a navy sports jersey. The second was taller, blonde, and had blue eyes. He wore the same outfit as the first young man, except his jersey was crimson. Both stared expectantly at her. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" She finally asked.

Before either young man could answer her question, three more young men hurried into the room. "Wow Blake! I've never seen you move so fast! The way you dodged past that security guard was awesome and that nurse's eyes popped out of her head when she saw you run up that wall…Tori! Finally! You're awake!"

A young man with brown hair, brown eyes and a bright yellow sweatshirt grinned at her. Tori's head was swimming slightly at the energy he had displayed during his rant. He was very… enthusiastic to say the least. "I think we've all established that I'm awake. Can we establish who you all are?"

The yellow-clad man's smile vanished. "You mean you don't remember us?"

"The doctor did tell us that she lost her memory." An Asian man pointed out. He was wearing a green collared shirt.

"Wait." Tori squinted at the yellow clad figure. A name had been hovering just beyond the realm of her consciousness. She recognized him, she knew she did. Then it hit her. "Dustin! And Cam! And Shane!"

The fifth person, dressed in red, and who had been quiet until now, came to the edge of the hospital bed. "Hey Tori. Glad to see you remember us."

"Aw, I knew she couldn't forget us!" Dustin's smile was back in full force. "Cause we've been your best friends for like, ever!"

Tori couldn't help grinning in spite of herself. "Come on guys, take it easy! Amnesia, remember?"

"How could we forget?" Shane shook his head. "We've had doctors constantly reminding us."

"Constantly? How many times have you guys been here?"

"Oh, once, or twice, or ten times a day." Dustin shrugged.

"For a week and a half." Cam added.

"Wait, what! I've been here for a week?" Tori's mouth fell open. "You're kidding me!"

"And it's been the worst week ever!" Dustin exclaimed. "First you practically disappear off the face of the earth for the longest time and then you reappear, and we're all like 'Yes! We can finally see Tori!' But then the doctors are all like 'No, you can't see her, she can't have visitors, it's detrimental to her health, she's out cold, blah blah blah' and we're all telling ourselves not to beat up these jerks up because they're taking care of you, but then yesterday we had to restrain Hunter who was going to beat up some idiot who thought you were just faking it for attention and then-"

"Hold on." Tori interrupted. "Who's Hunter?"

A wave of shock passed over Dustin's features. "You don't remember?" He turned around and dragged the first two young men over to her. "Hunter? Blake? The Bradley Brothers? You don't remember them?" Tori shook her head. "Oh my gosh, what happened to you?"

"Dustin!" Shane rolled his eyes. "Take it easy on her!"

"Did you hit your head?" Dustin wondered. "You probably hit your head."

"She probably hit it really hard." Blake pointed out.

"How hard would she have had to hit it?" Shane asked.

"Well, if you take all the symptoms of a concussion…" Cam started.

"She would have a bruise if she hit her head." Hunter peered at her.

"Does she have a bruise?"

"I don't see anything."

"Her hair could be covering it."

"Guys?"

"…and the mathematical probability…"

"Do you have memory loss when you get a concussion?"

"I know your head hurts a lot."

"Oh, that's real helpful."

"Guys?"

"…And then there's always the possibility that…"

"GUYS!"

The boys quickly fell silent. Tori sighed. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember you." She told the Bradley brothers. She turned to Cam. "Your guess is as good as mine as to what happened. But I don't think-"

At this moment Dr. Mercer and his assistant Dayu hurried into the room. "I tried to tell them they couldn't come in, sir, but they wouldn't listen." Dayu explained.

"Hey Doc! Tori remembers who she is!" Dustin called out cheerfully.

"Boys, you really shouldn't be in here!" Dr. Mercer scolded. He pushed his way through the group to get to Tori. "Patient Six, are you all right?"

"Her name is Tori." Hunter told him pointedly.

"I'm fine Dr. Mercer." Tori smiled weakly. "A little overwhelmed, but fine."

"Did you remember anything on your own?" Dr. Mercer asked. "Or did these hooligans tell you everything?"

"Hey!" Dustin protested.

Tori smiled slightly. "I remember my name is Tori Hanson, I'm nineteen and I live in Blue Bay Harbor, which is a few hours from Angel Grove. That's Dustin, Shane, Cam." She pointed to each boy in turn. "I don't remember those two, but they say their names are Hunter and Blake."

"That's good Tori!" Dr. Mercer smiled. He turned to the boys. "I warned you not to tell her things she doesn't remember!" He smile seemed to grow forced.

"Doc, chill! It's not like Tori's going to explode or something because we told her the names of her friends!" Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Still, I think it's time for you to leave now." Dr. Mercer and Dayu began to herd the boys out the door. "Tori's had enough excitement for now."

"Fine, fine, we're going." Shane yanked his arm out of Dr. Mercer's grasp. "Bye Tori. It was really good to see you're doing better."

"Bye Shane!" Tori gave a little wave.

The rest added their goodbyes as they were pushed out of the door. Tori laughed softly after they were gone.

"You've friends are certainly… something." Dr. Mercer remarked. "They can get pretty loud."

"They can be quite energetic, but they're harmless." Tori smiled.

"Harmless? You should see what they've done to the lobby." Dr. Mercer shook his head as he examined the screen of one of the machines in the room. "They have a habit of kicking potted plants when they're upset." He shook his head. "Your hydration levels are still too low. Dayu, would you please bring me a bag of water from station ten?"

"Could you tell me why I'm here?" Tori asked. "I feel fine. A little tired, but I don't see why I am here in the hospital."

Dr. Mercer sighed. "Fine. I don't see any harm in telling you. You came in severely dehydrated, with multiple wounds on your arms, and a broken ankle. You have a cut on your hand that looks badly infected and you displayed many symptoms of a concussion when you came in."

Tori processed all this. "And the others that came in with me? What about them?"

Dr. Mercer shook his head. "They're all in similar or worse conditions. One girl is currently in a coma. Another cannot speak." He broke off. "I don't know what happened to all of you, but it is imperative that we find out." He finished attaching the new bag to the IV machine. "Right now, it is best if you rest. We've found that the other patients can best remember things after they've slept. " He and Dayu exited the room.

Tori sighed in frustration. It seemed that with every answer Dr. Mercer gave to her questions, ten more questions took their place. Obviously she needed to talk to someone else if she wanted any information. Tori turned to face Patient Five. She was still singing quietly to herself, a distant expression on her face. It was as if the last few minutes had never transpired.

"Do you know what happened to us?" Tori asked. The girl continued singing. Tori laughed softly. "Who am I kidding? You can't even hear me. You're obviously blocking something too, or you have no idea what's going on."

Tori's eyelids began to feel heavy and a wave of exhaustion shot through her. "I wish I could meet the others. They might have more information." Her eyelids continued to drop. "After all-"

She never got to finish her thought. Tori felt herself being pulled back into the realm of sleep, back into the inky blackness.

She could have sworn right before she fell asleep Patient Five turned to her, stopped singing, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Everything is going to be alright Tori Hansen."

Or maybe it was just her imagination.

A/N: Hello! I've recently started watching Ninja Storm and I love the season! So I decided to write a Fnfiction- which turned into a giant cross-over with multiple seasons of Power Rangers. This will mainly be Tori-centric, but will be AU because I will be using characters from multiple seasons. I got the concept of this story from a computer game called Masquerade of Shadows. I know I have multiple stories out there I should update (and I hope to soon) but this is the first story I have a solid idea on where I am going. I will be updating at least once a week.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!