After nearly twenty years, Lincoln finally recovers his memories when he was an innocent, little 11-year-old. But he receives it in a disoriented fashion.

Right there, all the memories he has with his true family, most especially with his sisters, come back to him in one fall. But on his 31-year-old self, in a hotel room, bushed and groggy, shirtless, covered in a blanket and so much blown of restoring flashes of his something poignant.

Upon receiving those memories, he gasped aloud, which brings the attention of his companion in the room.

"Lincoln, is something wrong?" His companion peeks from the door and then emerges from it. She is with dark brown hair, bun up in a ponytail. She wears circular glasses. And her skin is of Eastern yet bright complexion. And she is only wrapped in a white bathrobe. She is Lincoln's wife.

She witnesses her newly married husband pant heavily upon a serious breakdown. "Lincoln, are you okay?"

Lincoln looks upon his wife in concern. "Oh Christine, I think I just remembered something."

"You remembered what?"

He keeps on breathing in, breathing out, trying to compose himself. He then utters, "I think I remembered my past, my childhood."

Before meeting him, Christine only knew of Lincoln as the child "who traded his real family for an adoptive family". She is a journalist who covered Lincoln's life story from an amnesiac to a world-renowned genius who was based on CERT and had invented the most powerful particle accelerator in history. He practically accounted his life story to her, from the new memories he gained after the trauma to the knowledge that expanded with science. In their dating years, he shared any memory he has with his adoptive family, but not his real family. Thus, this revelation also strikes her.

"What did you see?"

Lincoln huffs from his mouth to try to straighten his mind. He then recalls that certain tidbit wherein he handles the concerns of his sisters before he can catch up with the latest episode from ARGGH!, especially when the entire house went into a blackout. "It was in a house. I had ten sisters. Things went as planned. Then, there was this television program that I am somehow a fanatic. But I missed it. But I never missed the moment of bonding with those fellow kin, all…girls." The now-adult Lincoln recalls the time from the episode "Left in the Dark", one of his core memories.

Christine encourages him, "Go ahead. Tell me what you remembered now."

Lincoln then dives deeper to his mind, retrieving the past memories he had when he was an 11-year-old. They are somehow in pieces when he receives them in one package. But they gradually connect to each other, making Lincoln's past memories apparent.

This time, he recalls one time at their house when the children went into a wild treasure hunt. "There was this one time. One Saturday morning. I somehow retrieved an ancient map of unknown origin. That family suspects it must be of value. So, it's a wild goose chase." He retrieves one memory from the episode "It's a Loud, Loud, Loud, Loud House".

Suddenly, his phone rings, prompting Lincoln to answer it. "Hello?...Yes…I'm on my way…Okay…Just set up the presentation. I'll be on my way down…Okay. Bye." After hanging up, he confirms, "Conference. I have to go."

As the then 31-year-old Lincoln dresses up, Christine expresses her thoughts about this sudden revelation. "Hey honey, not that I want to bother about your appointment, but shouldn't you assess this further? I mean it's a series of memories that were lost when you were young."

"I know C, but I can't make that excuse in front of the scientific community. We'll talk this later." Minutes later, Lincoln dons his suit and tie, and prepares his attaché case. Before he leaves, he confronts his wife, who now wears a concerned face for him. "Hey, I'm fine."

"I just think that there's more Lincoln in that head of yours," Christine replies, "I just thought it would be fun dissecting it."

Lincoln takes a chuckle out of it, hugging her in the process.

"You know, I never thought that you would actually be a 'brother' for a family…"

"You don't think I'm brother material?"

"Link, you shrugged off my brother and left him in Red Lobster while he is waiting for his ex who didn't arrive."

"I had my excuse for that time. And your brother was a jerk there."

Christine just reacts vehemently to be serious on this matter.

"I know. But duty calls." He then kisses her before he takes off.

But before he leaves, Christine brings up, "You know, you gave that excuse when you were late in our fifth date. I'm just saying there are other things out there more than science."

With that, Lincoln takes her words in face value and leaves.

Eventually, he arrives at a prestigious hotel to speak at a summit for the biosciences community. The subject of his talk revolves around the improving treatment against Alzheimer's disease – fittingly so. His speaking prowess is almost of a TEDTalks speaker.

"…And I would like to report a significant decline of victims once we let patients undergo this certified treatment." But in the middle of presenting a visual aid for that talking point, he suddenly mutters, "We solidly claim that if keep this number, we can…I love them…"

It is at this point that Lincoln recalls one core memory about confronting the Wilkes monster for the first time. It started out as a nightmare. But his sisters comforted him and slept on his side. He solemnly swore to the monster that nothing can separate him from his beloved sisters. He recalled the entire story of "Sympathy No. 1".

At the middle of speaking, he pauses to recall that memory. It is a bittersweet fragment from his childhood that he cannot help but relive its poignancy. The audience is perplexed on this feat. But Lincoln segues, "I love them. I knew them. That is why I have faith that we cannot only stick to this graphic alone. It will take time before we can create a legitimate treatment to Alzheimer's that is accessible to the public. But I assure that this labor, this research goes not only to the patients, but to our loved ones. Thank you."

The audience then gives him a round of applause, earning him a mostly positive reception.

After that talk, Lincoln runs to the crowd to find his wife. Even though he is demanded to be greeted by fellow scientists who praised his presentation, he wishes to stick to his instincts.

"Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong! Mr. Wong!" the crowd of scientist and press coverers chants to him.

But that does not stop Lincoln from locating his wife Christine near the punch bowl table.

"Christine!"

"Lincoln, why such a…"

Before she can finish, Lincoln kisses her. They take the sumptuous time to relieve their vows, right before Lincoln says, "It's all coming back. We gotta go!"

With that, Christine joyously agrees. But as the press races toward Lincoln, she tells them, "Mr. Wong will answer your questions soon. Just not now!"

The couple then gets to their escort car and drives off the hotel.

"Wow, that was a blast!" Lincoln remarks.

"Yeah," Christine agrees. "I can't believe it. It's all coming back?"

"Yeah! I can't believe it. They all look so real. It's so surreal." Lincoln takes his time to recollect the basic information he had from his lost childhood memories. "I had eleven sisters. I had a father and a mother. I had a best friend. And we lived in Michigan."

"Michigan? Do you think they are still there?"

"I don't know. We have to go to mom first. She might know what."

From Hanoi, Vietnam, the site of the conference, Lincoln and Christine fly to Seattle, Washington to visit Lincoln's adoptive mother. It takes them fourteen hours to get to Seattle, adding the stop at Incheon, South Korea for the connecting flight. Along the way, Lincoln writes down the information he retrieved from his memories on a notepad. His memory stimulated his brain to pile them up. Thus, Lincoln quickly writes the core memories of his childhood, the people he recalled that had a close relationship with him, and the events that lead to the loss of his memory. The latter is one point he has yet to confront.

Upon arriving in Seattle, they take a taxi to his adoptive parents' retirement home, resided on a secluded area overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Lincoln knocks on the door, for his foster mother Patrice Anne Ngoc-Wong to answer. She has recently retired from writing inspirational books. After the trial, though the custody of Lincoln went to them, her doctoral license was revoked, and she was dismissed from the hospital. She got her eventual revival through a church ministry, which led her to write inspirational books, basically revolving on the mental and physical aspects. Her following resulted on the retirement home she and her husband Darren hoped for. There she is, wrinkled and bearing a cane. "Lincoln, Christine, happy to see you all of a sudden."

"Mom!" Lincoln embraces her mother. He then reveals everything. "Mom, it's all coming back. My memories, they came back."

When her adoptive son revealed that fact to her, mother Patrice takes them in for jasmine tea and cinnamon pastries. She finally exposes everything from that case, "Your family hoped that you recovered your memories from that…tragedy. But it was not easy for them to deal that they are irredeemable. But I think they were most devastated when they find your stupendous growth in new memory very overwhelming. I tried my best to nurse you but you grew so attached to me. Then, all things went at hand in your favor, just for your treatment to push through. So many experts look at you with potential, but it was at the cost of your old memories being put to dust."

"And my family?" Lincoln asks.

"Well…after the case, they moved out of Royal Woods. I never know where they moved. They simply discarded me." Patrice then takes one book out of her shelf and pulls out one photo showing Lincoln (still in a coma) with his family. "I tried to find them, so they can see you. But they went their own way. Here they are."

As Patrice shows the photo to him, Lincoln feels a twitching in his head and on his limbs. The trauma of that memory kicks in. He tries to shirk it in.

"LINCOLN!"

Immediately, mother Patrice and Christine comes to his aid. They hold his hands in full support.

"Lincoln, keep fighting. Just keep fighting. Your pain does not define you. Breathe it all i. Keep fighting," she tells her son comfortingly.

Grasping their hands, Lincoln tries to suppress the traumatic pain, taking in routine breathing. He keeps suppressing and suppressing until he takes the mantle of fighting against the trauma.

He recalls the words of the Spirit inside him, particularly about that "battles never end", but victory is assured. He holds his stance firm like a belt, keeps his chest mighty as a metal breastplate, shields any form of condemnation that came from the trauma, stretches his feet to stretch out his strength and position to flee to refuge, lets his head be sober-minded and extinguishes every fear and every hindrance like a swath from a sword. He never looks back at how he ended up with the trauma; he simply fights forward.

"Tell me if you are okay, sweetie," Christina tells him.

They let his head rest on Mother Patrice's lap as he succumbs to rest.

An hour passes by, and Lincoln wakes up rejuvenated.

His mother and his wife are in utter surprise.

He gains the confidence to look on the photo once more, without carrying the burden that brought him there. At a slow glance, he browses every face that he sees from the picture. From there, he pledges to find his family once again. And Lincoln's journey starts.