" Are you feeling okay?" Deanna asked feeling concerned about her mom. And hoped that the serum was working.

"I'm fine, but thank you. Just recently been getting headaches, though it's probably related to the job," Mary replied as she followed Deanna inside.

"Sounds like stress headaches. I get those after I cry a lot. " Deanna said and remembered all the times she had cried when she missed her mom.

"Hopefully that's all they are, if they get any worse, I'll go make an appointment or something," Mary replied. She wanted to ask why Deanna cried in the past, but didn't want to seem like she was prying. Then again, somehow she felt as if she wouldn't be prying if that was the case.

" How did you like the cinnamon rolls?" Carly asked when she saw Mary and Deanna. She wondered if her mom could remember them yet and knew there was a chance that it would take a while.

"They were very good, thank you Carly. They tasted like mine did," Mary admitted with a light grin on her face.

" They are your recipe. " Carly said wondering if this would help trigger their moms memory. If not things could get really bad. .

"They are?" Mary asked as both a memory and a sharp pain came to her.

" They are. You taught me how to make them when I was a little girl. " Carly said giving a sad look.

Mary saw what Carly was talking about, a little girl and herself in a kitchen a long time ago. "There...was a little clock I had on the oven, didn't I?" she asked softly as the memory started to become clearer...and the pain of the headaches starting to lessen, if only a little.

" There was. As far as I know the clock is still there. " Carly said and hoped her dad hadn't moved it. There was so much he had changed since their mom had gone missing.

"As far as you know?" Mary asked.

" I haven't been home in a few years. Things haven't been the best between me and dad after I became a trainer. " Carly said feeling ashamed. She hated it that her dad was so angry at her for something that was supposed to be a good thing.

"I wonder why..." she thought aloud, wondering as to why her husband was so mad at their daughter. Wincing lightly as another memory came through, she remembered the birth of her second daughter and naming her Deanna after her cousin.

(Are we still going off the idea that Carly's father was the reason why Mary became Mary in the first place? Also I don't remember if we had another name for their mother or not...)

( we are. I don't know if we did either. What ever name you give her will work. )

" I've always wondered to. It's not like he was home anyway. Pretty much I took care of most of the chores and taking care if Deanna. " Carly said.

(Alright.)

"I had another name though, not Mary if I remember correctly...though I don't remember what it was. Whatever you gave me to start this hasn't revealed it yet," Mary said as they reached the door to the inn.

" It was Janet. Mary is the name if your Aunt though. " Carly said.

"I see. So...what have my daughters been up to you since I suddenly vanished into think air?" she asked.

" I became a trainer and after 3 months rescued my future Bishie Max. " Carly started and told their mom about how Deanna went missing and the battle with Bryce. " That's not where it ends though. We'll let the others help tell the rest of the story. " Carly said once they arrived back at the inn.

"Tell the rest of what?" Taylor asked.

" Our adventures silly. " Deanna said with a giggle.

"Ah, you're telling your mother about the adventures we had?" Taylor asked.

" Yep. But I felt it would be best if everyone helped me tell about the rest of our adventures." Carly said with a smile.

"Good idea. We each had different experiences and thoughts during the time and adventures that we've had. Though I bet Alex would like to tell more," he said with a light grin. "He's actually the center of all of us."

" He is?" Janet said feeling like herself again but didn't know what it tell those who knew her as Mary.