Dribbles instructed me to ask the blue orb to view my past self. I did without question, and images appeared on the orb. There I was. My past self. Both doing silly and stupid things.

Amazed and wanting to view the images closer, I carefully scooped up the orb in my hands. Zap! The orb made the images of me vanish and instead showed them in the sky. The sky, now purple, was acting like one of those white screens that you see in theaters. Each and every image was bigger and clearer.

My eyes scanned the images until they fell upon a quite unusual one. It was showing a baby, a baby girl, sitting on a carpet and playing with a toy of hers. When I realized that the toy was in the shape of a crossbow, I instantly knew who she was.

"Is...is that me?" I asked the three creatures.

"Heh. Took you long enough," Dribbles spoke up.

"So...is that a yes?"

Spirita formed his body into a new sentence. "'You were an innocent infant when you first developed your feelings towards people who are not human.'"

"You do not remember, but you had lots of monster plushies when you were that tiny," the blue orb remarked. "You loved them and played with them."

I held up two fingers. "I have a couple questions."

"Shoot."

"First, do you have an actual name? I feel bad that our writer has to keep spelling out 'orb' or 'blue orb' and that our fans have to repeat those terms."

"That is a first."

"What is a first?"

"Nobody, not even Dribbles, has ever asked me if I had a name or desired one."

"I did ask if you wanted a name, but the day that I did was the day that you crashed!" Dribbles defended himself. "You are lucky that I was able to restore all your memories. All except the time that I wanted to know if I could give you a name."

"You were trapped in a box."

"That was before!"

The orb was never given a name because people who either discovered or knew of it assumed that it was nothing more than a computer program. The blue orb denied these claims, saying that it - a she, not an it - did have the same feelings and personalities that a human would have.

"That is sad," I commented. "You should make a name for yourself. Literally."

The orb leaped out of my hands and rolled back and forth in excitement, still managing to keep the images in place. "I have the perfect name."

"And that would be...?" Dribbles hissed.

"Blue."

Spirita spoke using his body once again. "'As in the color blue?'"

"Yep. That will be my new name. I am a blue orb, and blue is my favorite color."

The snake slid out his tongue. "You could not have created a more creative name?"

"What is your problem with Blue?"

"Forget it. It is clear that you do not have the best imagination." He turned and glanced up at me. "Sorry that we all went off the subject. What else did you want answered?"

I pondered for a moment and snapped my fingers. "What happened to my monster plushies? I do not have them anymore."

"Your mother and father took them from you when you were not looking and stored them in a large, brown box in your attic."

I scrunched up my nose. "Are you positive about that, Dribbles?"

"Am I a talking snake who does not take kindly to evil Monster Protectors? Yes. Yes, I am."

I fiddled with my red bow attached to the end of my braid. "Well, this is awkward."

"What is awkward?" Blue said. "The fact that you used to wear diapers all the way until you became thirteen?"

"What?" I shook my head to snap out of that embarrassing memory. "First of all, you three had better not tell a living soul that. Second of all, how could my mom and dad hide the plushies in the attic? We had no attic in the house."

I was waiting for an explanation from at least one of them, when one of the double doors opened. I gasped because I was startled and faced the person who was now outside.

"Scarlett?" I said. "What are you doing here? I told you—"

She cut me off, and it was then that I noticed that both of her hands were behind her back. "I know that you wanted to be alone for a bit, but...I was too excited to give you something."

I glanced over my shoulder and realized that Spirita, Dribbles, and Blue were gone. Actually, they were hiding in a nearby bush.

"Margie?"

I turned my attention back to Scarlett. "Yes, yes. You said that you have a gift to give me."

"It is not really a gift. This is something that you have not had for years, and well...Mom and Dad had these before they went missing. They were all together in a large, brown box."

"'A large, brown box'?" I repeated, remembering that phrase.

My sister handed me an old doll. No. Not a doll. A monster plushie. His skin was orange with green horns on either side of his head. He wore a blue jacket with a red shirt underneath. He also wore a black belt, black slacks, and grey shoes. His teeth were white and sharp, and his eyes were buttons. One was black. The other was white.

Tears, tears of joy, flowed down my cheeks. I squeezed and hugged the plushie. I remembered what I used to call him. His name is Yoshadda.

"Yoshadda..." I let my voice trail off.

"I am impressed that you remember his name," Scarlett stated. "He was your favorite."

I looked at her. Then back at the toy. Then back at her. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "How would you like to become a Monster Protector?"