It was like watching two different movies in a split screen. On the left, a pink-haired girl. On the right, one with dark brown hair. Their surroundings seem to blur. Sakura can only see the back of each girl's head, both of which seem to move in unison as a hand appears despite the blurriness.

Both of these happened at the exact same time: The pinkette gurgles out a scream as the hand goes through her stomach, while the brunette lets out a gasp as her head hits the floor. They fall simultaneously. Blood drips down at the same pace.

Everything seems to spiral. The images of both girls are sucked into what seems to be a black hole and everything succumbs to darkness.

The mirror image of Sakura materializes in front of her. She drinks in the appearance of the other Sakura, noting the blood that stands out in contrast to the black and white coloring. On the other Sakura's forehead is a set of characters that reads "Inner Sakura" - a name that sparks recognition.

"Who are you?" The world is quiet except for her whisper.

Inner Sakura replies, "I am you."

She raises her hand and Sakura involuntarily mirrors this action. When they clasp hands, Sakura sees. Her knees tremble as her heart beat rapidly in her chest, the sound only becoming louder as a voice - her voice - echoes everywhere. Like an endless bucket filled with water, memories pour over her and flood into the space around her. Wherever she looks, a different memory plays out for her.

When the water reaches her chin, she tilts her head back. Suddenly, the water seems to defy gravity as it is pulled into the black sky. Time stops and each memory is presented to her as frozen drops of water.

Inner Sakura lets go of her hand, but the effect on Sakura lingers. "Don't you know me?"

Stiffened, Sakura doesn't answer. Inner Sakura repeats herself: "Don't you know me by now?"

"I don't understand. Why am I here?"

Something pulls her to one particular drop. She touches it with her fingertip. Colors are brought to life, almost blindingly bright.

This is what she sees:

She sees herself - her brown-haired dainty self - enter the cafe alone. She walks up to the counter and orders two cups of cappuccino. She sits down at a nearby table and fiddles with her phone as she waits for her name to be called out. Just as she sends a text ("Hey, I'm here. Where are you?" She thinks for a moment before adding a smiley emoji.) to someone with the contact name PetPark, screams slice through the air inside the establishment. She finds herself instinctively dropping to the floor as a masked man brandishes a firearm to the barista paralyzed in fear.

"Open it up," he hisses. He points the gun to the cash register. The barista blubbers but follows his command. Body shaking, the barista pushes the necessary buttons. The masked man keeps the barrel pointed at her.

He looks around the cafe to see all but one on the floor. An old man trembles as he tries to slowly lower himself. The masked man growls, and swings the gun to aim at the old man.

The people in the cafe cry out in protest, but one look from the man shuts them up. Sakura grits her teeth. Despite her fear, she stands and picks up the chair she was sitting on. A logical person would have stayed put and called 911, but Sakura was incapable of thinking logically for the only thing she could think of is how that old man could be anybody's grandfather.

The man shouts at the elder, whose joints seem to lock in place. "Get down!" He repeats this phrase multiple times, his anger increasing each time. He cocks the dangerous weapon in his hands. "I SAID GET DOWN!"

As soon as he shouts this, Sakura smashes the metal chair to the side of his head with a resounding noise. The gun drops to the floor, fortunately without setting off.

She squeals in shock when the man swipes at her feet, landing on her side. The other customers, composed mainly of students and elderly, watch anxiously. The man grabs her hair and pulls roughly. Sakura could feel a few strands rip from her scalp. "Bitch!" The man swears at her. She struggles against his stronger arms.

He brings her head down to meet the hard floor with a CRACK.

Sakura sits up on her bed, breathing heavily. The phantom pain from her head lingers. She brings a hand up to soothe it.

She didn't understand how or why, but when two version of herself from two different dimensions were hit at the same time it must've triggered something that brought one version into the body of the other.

It didn't feel like one version taking over; more like both versions merging together. From the moment she woke up, Sakura had great difficulty remembering anything and each memory always brought sharp pains to her head. Now, everything seemed clear. Memories from both versions now reside in her mind.

But the question is: are the memories from her other self real?

One way to find out.

A glance at her clock tells her it was only around four o'clock in the morning. Any other day, she might've just went back to sleep. Today, she has an urge to prove to herself that she was capable of causing earthquakes with a single punch and healing people from the brink of death.

She approaches her wall. Placing her hands on the flat surface, she breathes in and out deeply with her eyes closed. She imagines a bright ball of chakra inside of her and reaches out to it. Eyes now open, she lifts one foot and presses it to the wall. She lifts the other one.

Sakura can barely contain the giddiness she feels when she stuck to the wall. She walks up the wall and ceiling until her hair is hanging around her face. She crouches and jumps lightly to the ground.

While her chakra control might be working perfectly, she didn't have the same stamina and physique she remembers having. It was an improvement from when she first woke from the coma, but still not enough. Fortunately, she had been exercising daily although without any explanation as to why. Now, Sakura understands that her body must've realized she needed proper exercise should she regain her former strength and abilities.

Her mind working overdrive to plan where and when she could train, Sakura starts to count push-ups. Her strength could be enhanced with chakra, but Tsunade taught her that raw strength could be just as powerful. She remembers Rock Lee briefly with fondness.

And so, this is how she spends one and a half hour of her morning.

When her phone rings, she realizes it was six o'clock and time to get ready. She takes a quick shower and dresses herself in an oversized gray shirt tucked into a high-waisted skirt the same color as her Decathlon blazer jacket. She slips on a pair of socks that looked like kittens and black flats.

Before leaving, she stares at the mirror for a moment and wonders if Midtown High allowed students to dye their hair.

Sakura grabs her flashcards and places them inside her bag, then locks her room behind her. She walks into the kitchen and greets her family with a chirpy, "Morning!"

"Morning, sweetie," her mother greets back while placing pancakes into a plate.

Her father flashes her a big grin as he ate his breakfast. It was still a bit disconcerting to see him without his big cherry blossom-shaped hair. Her brother mumbles out his greeting.

Sakura realizes how Daiki must have felt when she couldn't remember him. "Hey kiddo, when I get back from Washington do you wanna hangout at the arcade?"

Daiki perks up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Sakura replies. "We got a lot of catching up to do, don't we?"

Even though Daiki was only her brother in this dimension, her merged self's love for him only doubled since she regained her memories. They finish their breakfast in a jolly mood.

Later on, she meets MJ in front of the school, standing with the other Decathlon members. Her friend nods at her behind a copy of Invitation to a Beheading by Vladimir Nabokov. (She makes a mental note to borrow that book later on; it seemed interesting.)

Sakura didn't expect him to be there, but she still feels disappointed when she couldn't find Peter. Just as they start trickling into the bus, he's suddenly there.

"Hey, It's Peter." Abe exclaims.

"Guys!" Peter jogs up to them. He glances at Sakura. "I was hoping maybe I could rejoin the team," he tells Liz.

Flash pushes through the front. "No. No way. You can't just quit on us, stroll up, and be welcomed back by everyone," Flash spits to Peter.

"Welcome back, Peter!" Mr. Harrington interjects obliviously. Flash frowns. "Flash, you're back to first alternate."

"What?!"

Abe makes it clear to him: "He's taking your place." Everyone else chortles at Flash's expense.

MJ sighs beside Sakura and decides to intervene before they became late. "Guys, can we go already? I was hoping to get some light protesting in front of an embassy before dinner."

Mr. Harrington considers this for a moment. "Protesting is patriotic," he says. "Let's get on the bus."

Sakura bows her head to avoid looking at Peter and goes ahead of him.

The whole ride to Washington is spent reviewing in quickfire. Sakura's ears rang from the neverending ring of the call bell. Peter ends up sitting in front of MJ and Sakura, so it was hard for her not to stare at the back of his head.

She manages to answer a few questions herself, thankful that she regained her memory on her studies as well.

Before she got into a coma (It was NOT an accident, no matter how everyone tried to sugarcoat it to her. A man smashed her head to the floor. She was lucky she was alive!), Peter had already begun distancing himself from her. Even before he got his internship. He was telling the truth when he doesn't her they used to call each other every night, but before she woke up they already went weeks without really hanging out together. It was always one excuse after another.

So maybe she shouldn't be surprised he wasn't making an effort to talk to her anymore. It didn't really matter anyway. She has bigger problems than Peter Parker.