Author's Note: Hey marvelous readers! Here it is…the final installment of this story before I begin the sequel. ^^ Thank you all for being avid reviewers and I hope to see many of you in my next story "AI Ascended".

Chapter 13

The darkness was broken when two small lids cracked tiredly open.

Small rays of sunlight entered through the blinds of the child's bedroom, making it look bright and cheerful.

Blurry objects came slowly into focus until the little girl was staring at a man and a woman who were sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling at her.

"Good morning, sweetheart!"

"You ready to start your day?"

She felt confused inside and her head felt distant and fuzzy. It was like she couldn't remember something. Like she was forgetting something very important…

Her instincts were telling her that something wasn't quite right. The smiling couple appeared genuine enough. Still, those feelings remained, frustrating her to no end.

The little girl attempted to speak but found that her mouth was as dry as cotton. The woman's eyes softened into that of concern and she hastened out of the room, only to return a few seconds later with a small glass of water.

The man spoke, almost uncomfortably. As if he was worried, but just hiding it.

"You were sick for three days, honey. We had the doctor come see what was wrong, when you didn't wake up."

After taking a few sips of water, she continued to stare at them completely expressionless as a torrent of panicked thoughts entered her mind.

Where was she? Who were these people? Why couldn't she remember anything? What was her name even?!

Tears sprang to the child's eyes and she choked back a sob, immediately earning the couple's sympathy.

"It's okay, precious…mommy and daddy are here now. Everything's okay."

So that answered two of her unspoken questions. These people claimed to be her mom and dad, so if they were, then this must be their home—the small child logically reasoned. And yet she remembered nothing about them.

"I…I don't remember you!"

The amnesiac little girl cried, in absolute confusion, her panic nearly tangible.

"There, there now…the doctor said you wouldn't be able to remember much once you woke up."

"But we can help you remember, sweet pea," the man spoke with a confident, reassuring tone. He smiled warmly at her, easing some of her darker, amnesiac induced, fears.

The child nodded her head in acceptance, since she had no one else to turn to.

"I'll go get the photo album of us with Brittany."

The girl made a funny face at the name. It just didn't sound right to her ears.

"Brittany? Who is Brittany?"

The woman laughed lightly and patted the child's leg that was still hidden beneath the bedspread.

"You are, silly!"

"My name is Brittany?"

"That's our girl," the man chuckled as he re-entered the room with a photo album in hand.

As the family of three began to leaf through the album, starting with Brittany's baby photos, picture by picture…the little girl recognized some of the pictures she was in. So maybe her memory wasn't lost after all.

In all reality, she was able to believe these uknown lies as solid truth since the four-year-old's amnesiac mind yearned for a foundation in which to cling to...needed some semblance of memory, some semblance of order, to continue living. Otherwise, the amnesia could cause an irreversible break-down, if not corrected, that could possibly leave her mind in a vegetative-like state. As it was, she was in no danger of that, her vibrant, and healthy, young mind overcoming the unexplainable memory loss quite well.

As time wore on, they all became better accustomed to one another as the child soon believed that she was indeed part of their family.

Parked on the opposite side of the street…a shiny black mustang with a red scanner, sat driverless and alone.

The family hardly noticed it, paying it little to no mind as they went about their business the rest of that week.

One day, while the little girl skipped merrily outside to play hopscotch in the drive way, she spotted it. For reasons unknown, she smiled directly at it and waved shyly before bouncing, energetically away to play.

The black mustang that was KITT had a newfound hope now, after witnessing that. Perhaps deep down, she hadn't forgotten him at all, even if she wasn't conscious of the memory.

Even if she didn't always see him over the course of the years, even if she couldn't remember him or the promise that he made her, KITT was still going to keep it.

KITT would always be there. He would always be waiting…and he would always be watching.

THE END

Author's Note: I know that this was short, but that is because it's the epilogue and I had to set it up for the sequel.

Yes, the photo album is composed of pictures of Mikah that Sarah gave to them, that they were able to alter (to include the couple with the girl), thanks to her new grand-father's witness protection contacts that made the photos believable. The pictures she recognized, were definitely the old ones she and her mother looked at before all of this craziness happened. I would tell you what the next one is going to be about but that would spoil it for all of you. ;)

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