This is the second part to the last chapter and the whole thing was again suggested by Pandacakes2   If anyone has any other ideas, please let me know and I'll do my best to put them in.

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Collins P.O.V
"Something is seriously wrong with Devan." I think as I watch Devan get up from the floor and come over to the table. "Thawnks" he says as mom puts a plate down in front of him and he starts to scarf the food down.

I can hear dad talking on the phone in the other room. I assume he's calling the doctors. "Devan" as soon as mom says his name, Devan stops eating and stares at his plate in confusion. Mom and I look at each other. "Are you ok Devan?" mom gently presses, trying to get him to talk. Softly I hear him mumble "that's my name?" I stare at him "yeah bro, Devan Mckernon Key. That's your name."

    He looks up at me in confusion. I stare at him then look over at mom, who is also just staring at him. Mom looks over at me and we share a look of confusion, shock, and concern. Suddenly though Devan slams his fork onto the table, jumps down from his seat, runs over to where he left my Star Wars action figure, grabs it, then runs into the other room.

    "Devan!" We yell after him, but he doesn't stop or look back. Instead he runs out of our sight, just as dad comes back to the table. "What's wrong with him?" I shrug "he just got real mad all of a sudden."

    Mom reaches across the table and grabs dads arm "Steven, he didn't know his name." Dad nods "the doctors aren't sure, but they say they think he might have amnesia." I stare at him "amnesia?" I breathe out and dad nods. "They aren't sure, but they say to watch him and call them back later. Then they will decide if he has to go in again."

Devans P.O.V
    "Why can't they just look at me and let me know what's going on?? They keep looking at each other like I'm not there, like I don't matter!" I run into the other room as anger boils up inside me. I hear them calling after me but I don't listen. I run into the other room and hear the black-haired man come back and a bunch of talking start, which I don't listen to.

I look around to what I'm assuming to be the living room. There's couches, a coffee table, a tv, chairs, everything one would need. "Everything anyone one would need, except a kid! Seriously are there no toys in this house?" I walk over to a chest and open it, hoping I can find some toys, but there's no toys. Anywhere. Just some paper, books, remotes, etc. "I don't care about those things."

    Annoyed I close the lid and lay down and start playing with just the figure. "I guess I'll have to use my imagination about the other things." I play with the figure until someone walks in, the black-haired man. "What are you doing?" Without looking up I respond "pwaying. Is there any more toys?" The man shakes his head "not that I can think of. It's been awhile sense you have wanted to play with toys."

I stop and stare at him "are you my daddy?" The man smiles "yup. How did you know?" I turn back to the toy "your familwer and you act like a dad. Wiwl you pway with me?" The man "no dad" smiles even wider and walks up the stairs only to come back with another action figure. He then lays down on the ground with me and we start playing.

    I like this man. A lot. He was playing with me and making me laugh. Really though it's because know that I know him, I just feel this connection with him. "I'm sure it would be there with the others to, but I don't really know them. Plus I'm a little shy to try and get to know them."

    "Dad" keeps asking me fun fact questions, questions that make me laugh, and questions that make me stop and think hard.

    "What do you want me to call you?" He asks me and I stop and think "the olwder boy said my name is Devan. Is that twue?" "Dad" nods looking at me carefully. "There's something different about the way "dad" looks at me. It's like he loves me and sees me for who I am, rather then trying to guess things about me."

    "Then cawl me Devan!" He nods smiling "call I call you dev to?" He asks and I nod without even thinking about it. There's just something about that name that is so familiar and makes me feel happy.

    Dad blows my figure down "why were you so mad earlier?" I sigh "knew this was gonna come up." "It's wike, they don't even know I'm there. They keep wooking at each other wike they're keeping things from me."

    Dad nods slowly. "They're worried about you." "But I don't know thwem!" He stops playing and looks at me. "Do you at least feel like you should know them?" I hesitate then nod slowly. "It's wike how you were familwer. Wike I shouwd know them, but I don't...I don't know anything."

"What do you mean? You know plenty of stuff. You know the weirdest vocabulary, you know how to paint extremely well and I'm very proud of you. You know how to be crazy and fun. You-" I cut him off "yeah, but nofthing is familwer, I don't know where I am, who I am, how I got here, who anyone is, anything that's happened in the lwast few days, what year it is, who the president is, what I'm good at, what my favorite food is." I stop to take a breath. "I couwld keep going to."

    Dad is silent for a while and suddenly I feel sad. "I'm sorrwy." I mumble and he looks over at me with a small smile on his face. "Why are you sorry?" I look down "I've disappointed you." He stands up and puts me in his arms. For some reason, I feel safe here. "You could never disappoint me." He puts his forehead against mine. "Never Devan. Your my pride and joy." I smile and nod. "Come on let's see everyone else."