Holley Shiftwell nodded at the man's order. "Okay, sir, that will be three sixteen," she told him in her thick British accent, although her accent had faded a little bit in the last year. He dug around in his coat pocket for a moment, then handed the cash over. She surveyed it for a moment. Yes, that was the correct change. Gosh, American money was soooo confusing.

"Your name?" Holley asked.

"Max," the young man replied. Holley nodded and grabbed a tall cup. She wrote 'Max' on it and checked off 'tall'. She quickly prepared his Carmel Mocha and passed it over, smiling at him as she wished him a good day. She rubbed her neck and looked at her watch and grunted as she realized she was almost late to getting to her babysitting job.

"Oh, hey, Linda? I have to go. I'm supposed to babysit the Jacksons in twenty minutes," Holley called, quickly untying her green apron and hanging it up. She grabbed her purse and dashed out to her car.

One year ago, Holley Shiftwell had woken up in a hospital, IVs beeping in her ears and not remembering anything. Well, she still remembered her name and a mini van heading straight towards her, the panicked driver struggling to avoid hitting her, but that was it. A few minutes later, a cute, young doctor walked in and told her that she had been hit by a car. She remembered nothing, and no one seemed to recognize her. She had no clue to who she was, except that she came from Britain, hence her heavy British accent. She was forced to start her life over and work night and day for her living.

Holley had a job at Starbucks, babysat a lot of kids that lived in the same crappy apartment building as her, and worked as a life guard at the YMCA pool. Holley was barely able to support herself, but somehow she was just able to keep her apartment and feed herself. She dearly wanted to go to college, but she didn't have the money. She was hoping that maybe she could fall in love and get married, and maybe her husband could help her out, but sadly, she didn't have any time to date. Heck, Holley barely had time to eat and sleep. For her, a luxury weekend was a day in the park sitting on a bench and reading a good book.

Holley just barely reached the Jackson's apartment in time. She had to run up all the stairs (their apartment building's elevator had broke a week before) and down the hallway, just barely missing an old lady. "Sorry, ma'am!" she squeaked as she helped steady the old lady. The lady glared at her before walking away. Holley facepalmed, then knocked on the Jackson's door.

"Holley!" a little voice squealed. The door burst open and five year old Leah Jackson was grinning up at her. "Hi, Holley!"

"Hi, Leah," Holley greeted the young girl. The other three hyper Jackson kids ran up as she stepped into the apartment. There was the two eight year old twins, Chase and Rachel, and four year old Sam. They were all hyper and friendly - a real handfull to take care of, but Holley still adored them. They were very sweet when they could manage to calm down, though. Once, Sam had cut his knee, and all three of the other Jackson children had helped Holley patch him up and entertain him for the entire afternoon.

"Hello, Holley. How are you?" Mrs. Jackson asked as she walked out of the clutter-filled living room. She gave Holley a tired smile, which Holley returned.

"Good, you?" she replied.

"I'm doing okay, but I hope I can get the job today. It would really give our family a boost," Mrs. Jackson said as she buttoned up her good coat.

"Good luck with the job interview, I'm sure you'll do great," Holley encouraged her.

"Thanks, Holley. I'll be back at eight. The kids have already had an early dinner, and you know their bedtimes. Thanks again, Holley," Mrs. Jackson said as she reached down to hug her kids before disappearing out the door. Holley turned to face four grinning children.

"So, what do you want to do?"

...

Holley bid her farewells to Mrs. Jackson as she walked out the door, pocketing the little money she had just received and sighing a weary sigh. The Jackson kids always tired her out, and Holley couldn't wait to just collapse in bed. She had to get up early anyways to start her shift at Starbucks the next morning, too.

Holley was shaken out of her tired state as she bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she gasped, looking at the man, who was regaining his balance. He was tall and good looking, maybe ten years older than her. He wore a silvery-blue suit, deep aqua eyes, and his hair was black, as was his mustache. He looked like James Bond or someone like that. Holley frowned - he seemed familiar.

"It's no problem, miss," he assured her. He had a British accent, just like hers... Her frown deepened as she nodded and skirted around him, her face burning.

"Miss? Could you come with me for just a moment?"

Holley turned around. The man was looking right at her, his face emotionless. This was getting creepy... "Um, why?" she asked as he started down the hallway without any reply. Holley told herself to shrug it off and just got home, but instead she found herself following him as he walked towards the stairs, then lead her up to the roof, still ignoring her questions. He opened the door that lead onto the roof. Her instincts told her 'run!', but again she ignored them as she walked onto the roof.

Holley turned to him as he shut the door. "A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator," he said. Okay, that was random...

Something clicked in the back of Holley's head. "That's because it's air-cooled," she replied slowly. How had she known that? The man sighed in relief and walked over to her, and then - he hugged her?!

"Oh, Miss Shiftwell, where have you been the past year? What happened? Everyone at C.H.R.O.M.E. has been so worried, and Mater has been going insane, Are you okay?" the man asked her. Holley's mouth was hanging open in shock as she gently pushed the now-confused man off her.

"Um, who on earth are you?" she questioned, staring at him in disbelief.

"Miss Shiftwell, it's me, Finn," the man - Finn - told her, looking slightly put-out.

"Finn..." Holley motioned for him to go on.

"Finn McMissile!" Finn said, now looking very confused and slightly worried.

"Sorry, sir, but am I supposed to know you?" Holley asked, feeling as confused as him. What, was he someone from her past? What if he was part of her family?

"Miss Shift - Holley!" Finn exclaimed, walking close to her. She backed up a bit. "Holley, don't you remember me?"

Holley shook her head slowly. "Am I supposed to?"

"I was your spy partner for a year, so I would guess yes. Holley, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, repeating his question from earlier.

"Spy partner? Spy partner? What are you talking about?" Holley exclaimed in surprise. Her, a spy? The idea was crazy. She wasn't sharp enough to be a spy. "Sir, I'm no spy!"

Finn looked very distressed. "Holley, you don't remember me?"

"No."

"How about Mater? C.H.R.O.M.E.? Your family?"

"No, no I don't. Look, who are you?"

"I'm your spy partner and friend, Finn McMissile."

"I'm really a spy?"

"Yes, one of the best C.H.R.O.M.E. has to offer."

"What does C.H.R.O.M.E. stand for?" Holley was starting to let go of her suspicions and get excited. Finally, somebody from her past had found her, and apparently it had been a pretty brilliant past.

"Command Headquarters for Recon Operations and Motorized Espionage."

Never mind letting go of her suspicion of Finn's part in her supposed past. Now she was just more suspicious and confused than ever.

"Motorized Espionage? What does that mean?"

"Holley, don't you remember from our world?"

"What?"

"What do you remember from our world? The world of cars?" Finn asked her, now looking slightly panicked.

"The world of cars? What on earth are you talking about?!" Holley exclaimed, brushing her curly dark brown hair away from her vivid emerald green eyes after it fell from her messy bun.

"Our home! Holley, don't you remember who you are?"

"No! I woke up a year ago in a hospital after being hit by a car!" Holley was starting to get even more stressed now, not to mention very freaked out.

"Oh, this is bad..." Finn trailed off, thrusting his hand through his hair, messing it up. "Very, very bad..."

"Sir! What on earth are you talking about?!" Holley exclaimed. This man was talking nonsense. Was he drunk? Finn looked at her in slight surprise, but regained his composure.

"You aren't joking - you really don't know who you are?"

"NO!"

"You don't remember any of your life as your original form - a car?"

"No - wait, WHAT?!"