There's somebody sitting next to me, but all I could see is a blur. As I tried to focus on the figure, "C-Cassie?" I whispered. It hurts when I speak.

"No Charles, it is your grandfather." It definitely was no longer the sweet feminine voice I thought I first heard, but at least it is still soothing to my ears.

My Grandfather? Why is he here in Calgary? Why did he sound like someone else? Why am I here in Calgary and in a hospital bed? Confused, I tried to remember the past events, but to no avail. The person before me is starting to look like an elderly man, but I still can't make out any details.

"G-Grandpa? What..."

He placed his hand on top of mine. It was cold, but comforting. "Try not to speak. You have been in a terrible train accident. Your mother and I are here looking over you for the past three weeks while you were in a coma. She will be happy to know that you've awakened."

"Train...accident?" Nope, I don't remember being on a train at all. The pain in my throat is beginning to reside. That or I can stand it. "We can talk about that later. Please, just rest for now. I must go and tell your mother of the wonderful news."

Still a bit confused, I can only nod my head slightly. "Okay." Yes, my throat is feeling better, but my body still aches and refuses to move. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what has happened to me as I fell into an uneasy sleep...

"Charlie!"

My eyes shot open towards the doorway and searched for the one who called out my name. There I saw a familiar woman standing at the doorway with a big smile on her face.

"Charlie!" she called with delight and ran over to my bed to give me a quick hug. "It's great to see that you're through hibernating!"

"Sally," I groaned. It has been a couple of days since I've come out of my coma, and my body still aches a little bit. My mother told me of the accident, the rescue, and why I was on the train in the first place. When they found out that I was one of the survivors of the accident, they raced over here to see me. Still, I don't remember any recent events, but I do remember this particular individual. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to get married, silly! I was riding in the same train as you were. Don't you remember?"

"No, I don't." She sure doesn't look like she's been in any accident. "You certainly look better than me."

"Well, you hit a pole at the time of the collision which knocked you out. Fortunately, your body blocked mine from hitting it as well. Thanks to you, I came out with only a few scratches." She was silent for a moment until she abruptly said "Oh, I'm so excited! My wedding is tomorrow and I can hardly wait! Come by, will you? I'd like to stay longer, but I've got a lot of things to do for tomorrow. Bye!"

And with that last word, she hurried out the door. I had more questions to ask her, but I decided that I rather have my peace. Then I had that urge again, and I reached for my pan. When I finished, my mother and the doctor walked in.

"Well Charlie," the doctor said. "It looks like I can give you a clean bill of health. You can leave any time now."

"Have you made up your decision on where you want to go," my mother asked. She and grandpa asked whether I wanted to go back to Oshawa with them, or else they'll come with me to Vancouver.

"Yes, I've decided," I told her.

---Where will he go? What will he do? When will he remember? Who will write the next chapter? Why all the questions? We'll all find out in the next episode "The Untitled Story of Charlie"---