As we drove 'home' the pups are filling me in on some things I should know. The dalmatian's name is Marshall and the cockapoo is Skye. Yeah, considering she's in a helicopter the pun speaks for itself. I ask how they learned to talk and all I got were shrugs.

"We just kinda learned, pretty much every dog can talk here," Sky said talking via a screen that was in Chase's car.

"Wait- dogs talk in Adventure City too," she points out.

"Really? Not from the part I'm from,"

"What part are you from?"

"Uh, hm, not a good part I can tell you that much, my family isn't or wasn't I guess- all that rich, so we didn't live in the best part,"

"So a poor inner city type situation?" She said.

"Yeah, heh, pretty much,"

The drive was relatively silent not counting a couple of, awkward questions I asked out of curiosity. Like 'Can you eat chocolate?' Short answer, no, they're all deathly allergic. 'Do you still go by dogs years considering you're more or less still dogs' No, they go by human years? They think? That raises more questions. I was gonna ask if they were neutered, but now that I think about it, that's a WAY too awkward question, I should probably keep to myself. 'How many Paw Patrol members are there?' Technically 15 counting themselves.

"Wait, there are 12 other puppies back at the lookout?"

"Uh, no, for one thing one's a cat, and well. It's kinda complicated but like- it's like- well kinda like- like- er like- us plus the other like, the main members, and the others are like-"

"Marshall, buddy, pal, you know I love you. But I swear to God if you say 'like' One. More. Time," Skye said with clenching teeth.

"Sorry," Marshall rubs his head with his paw, "Anyway, Basically the 7 of us, you, me, Rubble, Chase, Rocky, Zuma, Skye are the main team, we do most of jobs, but sometimes we need extra paws, so we got more members for when the time comes. Liiiiiiik- for example," Skye just faceplames.

"Everest, Tracker, Liberty, Ella, Tuck, Rex, Wild, The Cat Pack:Leo, Rory, and Shade, Al, Coral, and Robo Dog" Wow... just.... wow. I'm not great with names and I have no gruntee I'm not going remember any of that but, my god this group is so much bigger then I've ever imagined. Actually off topic but, Chase, I think that's his name has been rather quiet since we left the hospital. He's barely said anything minus a couple 'yes' or 'no' answers. I'm assuming he's just like this, I mean I never really talked to people when I went to school. Wait do I still go to school? I should ask them-

VROOM

My thoughts get cut off by something zooming by and catching up to us. A kid around my age, with red hair, freckles, sun tanned skin, and a gaint black and red 'X' on his shirt, was riding a weird looking bicycle (Like it had rockets on it and everything.) quickly managed to catch up.

"Yo Ryder! How you been man!"

I don't know who this is or what to say.

"Hehe,"  I just wave at him and do my best to smile. He gives a thumbs up revealing a missing front tooth as he smiled,

"You really scared us out there, what the hell happened?"

"I don't know!"

"Oh.. ok then! Glad to see you're looking good dude!"
And like that, he speeded right passed us.

"Who was that?"

"Daring Danny X, or- just Danny," Marsal said

"He's a decent guy, but a real pain in the tail," Skye added. "That guy gets in almost as much if not more trouble  the mayor and her chicken,"

"The mayor and her chicken?"

"Oh boy, that's a WHOLE other can of worms," she proceeds to go on an entire rant about the mayor and the chicken, she even got Chase talking at points. Were getting closer and closer to the tower, and it's a lot bigger than I thought it'd be. It towers over you, well, duh, it's a tower but a really big one. It was mainly grey, with a bid of blues and red, with some splashed of yellow, especially on the periscope on the very top. I can't believe I live here. It's so big and looks so expensive.

"And it's like, how to lose your chicken THAT often?! Make it make sense!"

Chae chuckled, "Maybe we should get her a chicken coop- oh were here-" he slowly backed up the into what looked like a single parking lot slot in front of the tower and hops out the pavement. Skye lands her 'copter next to him and as soon as she steps out it transforms. The wheels and blades, tuck in, the back turns into a ceiling, the wing fall to the side, and the whole thing changes into a cute little puphouse with a pink ramp and half an umbrella on the front to block the sun. Oh my god.

"Woah,"

I can't believe it, this has to be a dream. I pinch myself as hard as I can, ow, I'm not dreaming. I look back and Chase's did something similar. The back went over it to be a roof and the wheels disappeared turning it into a simple puphouse. Oh my god, that's cool.

"That's amazing!" I look around the now puphouses, I gotta see how this works later. Than I over hear something a voice calling Marshall's name.

"Marshall! How's Ryder? Is he ok?!"

Chase, Sky, and I walk over to the other side of the building where Marshall was talking to, most likely some type of bulldog who was way too close for comfort.

"Well there's some good news and some bad news,"

"What's the good news?" The bulldog asks worried.

"The good news is well-" he points to me and the bulldog, which I can now tell is an english bulldog, looks me dead in the eye his face and his face absolutely lights up as he gasps.

"RYYYYDEEEEER!"

He practically cried as he ran towards me and tackled me down.

"WE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUUUCH!!!"

"Uhh thank you-"

"HOLD ON!" He jumps off me and runs through the automatic glass door barking, "GUYS! GUYS!"

"RUBBLE WAIT!" Chase called before sighing.

"And that was-?"

"Our construction pup- Rubble-"

"RYDER!!" I was tackled (a bit less aggressively,) by two more puppies. One was a brown chocolate labrador with a dark blue collar and an orange shield with an anchor, and the other was most likely a mix breed. With an orange collar and a green shield with the recycle symbol on it.

Both of them nuzzled and licked me looking so happy and relieved and barking with joy.

The chocolate lab seems to have speech impediment because he can't quite pronounce his r's.

"Wyder, dude, you scared us half to death!" The labrador said.

"PEOPLE ARE SAYING YOU WERE KILLED!" said the mixed breed.

"Rubble was this close to making a memorial for you,"

"Just in case!" The bulldog 'Rubble' said.

"But really, WE MISSED YOU!" He cuddled up me. I don't know what to say here.

"Uhh thanks, hehe?"

....

Awkward silence. Great.

"Uhh so, can I know yor names, please?"

....
The mixed breed looked up.
"What-?"

"Uhh, y-your names? What are you names?"

"Dude, you'we joking wight?"

Marshall sucked his teeth.

"OOOOOOH, Uh, yeah this is the previously mentioned 'bad news'. The good news is Ryder's back! Yaaaaay! Bad news, he has amnesia, hehe," he awkwardly walked next to me.

"Ryder, the chocolate lab is, Zuma, the bulldog is, Rubble, and.... whatever breed Rocky is, is well, Rocky,"

"Hello hehe,"

"You seriously don't remembew us?" Zuma asked.

"No, sorry,"

Dammit it more sad puppy faces. The 3 look up at me sad and disappointed, the other 3 look sad too, I don't know what to do. Oh I know!

"Hey, uhh my memory isn't ENTERLY gone so... maybe, if I have most of my memories I can get back all of them,"

"Really?"

"Maybe, so uh, maybe this tower will jog some of that memory down, huh?"

Look, I'm pulling at straws here to cheer up these dogs. I'M HONESTLY JUST IMPROVISING AT THIS POINT! Most of the pups smile except for Chase, is he ok?

"Ok, HOUSE TOUR!" Crubble cheers as he opens the glass door with the push of a big red button. Inside there's a pup treat dispenser pillows of multiple shapes and sizes on the floor in front like a HUGE screen with a paused TV show on it. Looks like Apollo the Super Pup? I think? I've never watched it. Or maybe I have? There was also multiple dog themed prints all over a light teal-ish green walls, there's a glass elevator smack dab in the middle.

"This is the Main Lobby," Marshall says. "It's like a living room in a way. We eat here, play here, hell sometimes after a long mission we all just cuddle up and turn on movie till we fall asleep," he smiled at the thought as he walked. Honestly the thought of just chilling on a beanbag with a bunch of puppies watching a movie is very nice. But, definitely would slow down work.

Darshell showed me must other rooms that were near impossible to find if you didn't live there. The kitchen, the bathroom, the broom closet, all are in really weird crevices.  None of the pups could explain why, that was just how they knew it.

Sooner or after Marshall take me up to the elevators, Zuma follows and chuckles "Fiwst time he's in the elevatow when it isn't a wipeout," 'Wipeout'? I don't get it but Marshall seems to find it funny. He was joking hitting Zuma on the arm as the door closed. We rode up the elevator to the top floor, on the way up there were a couple of suits hanging on coats on the big shield on the front of the tower.

"Hey are those?"

"Our uniforms," Marshall says

"Oh,"

We rode upwards towards the big round party of the tower. There was another big screen at the end, more pillows and beanbag chairs, another pup treat dispenser, and a small barely visible door.

"This is where we come up to plan for a mission," Mashall explains, "It's also where you sleep. Your rooms down there," he points to the barely visible door.

"What's the slide for?"

"That is how the pups and I get in our vehicles, you slide down that pole to the garage,"

"We gave a garage?

"Yeah, it's where you and Rocky build stuff, like the Air Patroller, or our suits, or Robo-Dog,"

"What's Robo-Dog-"

"ARF ARF"

Suddenly an metal artificial dog with wheels is rolling at my feet. It had blue ears, holographic eyes, and looked kind of like a robot toy dog.

"Oh, that's Robo-Dog," I pet his head.

"And yeah that's basically near everything, any questions?"

"Uhh," I was expecting him to say something before I could get a word out but, he waited for me. "How many people live here?"

"Just the 7 of us, you, me, and the others,"

"And no one else lives here?"

"Nope"

"Cool,"

Knowing that information, that mother and father aren't here makes me feel, safe. Knowing I don't have any fear caused by parental figures looming over me makes me feel, safe. Safer than my old home.

....

"You... wanna watch Apollo the Super Pup?" Marshel asks.

"Sure,"

Sooner or later evening fell after me and the pups watched a bunch of episodes of famed TV show, Apollo the Super Pup. I don't get it, but at the same time, I get it, I think. It's around 7'o clock and I'm rummaging through my closet. Apparently my wardrobe is the same jacket, pants, and shoes in different fonts. Actually, now that I think about it, Yeah that checks out.

I'm laying in my bed when it dauns on me. I kind of want to look through my Pup Pad, see if that'll help with my amnesia. I open my pup pad (Apparently I've never heard of a password) and the first thing I see is my background. A photo of me with some pretty nice hair, and all the pups, smiling and laughing. Sky was on my head, Marshell, Rocks, Zuna, and Rumble were running around, and Chase was handling the camera, it seemed nice. Even makes me smile I bit. I start scrolling through my stuff and I should start off with my photos. I scroll through multiple pictures. One of which Marshall had his head in bucket, don't know how that happened. Another of which I was with a boy with brown hair, blue eyes, an orange shirt, a hat, and a Chihuahua. Or is it a potcake? I can't tell. The boy looked around my age and from what the background I tell we were in a forest or something. Odd.

I keep scrolling through photos. Nothings truly ringing bells. All I see is a bunch of photos of me having fun with puppies, blueprints for things I don't remeber building, and people I don't even recognize. Two farmers, a woman with a chicken in her purse,  a snowboarder who was clearly on some sort of substance, a stereotypical french guy, I don't know who these people are or how I know them. I keep scrolling till I see this one picture. It was a picture of Skye, with a girl. A very pretty girl. She had fair skin, long flowing blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a pink headband with 2 hearts one small light pink, and one large dark pink. I honestly can't help but just, stare at the photo, she's very pretty. And clearly we were friends by the look of her smile. I could stare at that smile for hours. I can feel my face growing warm. I-I should keep going. Next up music.

My music playlist consists of:

Good Mood by Adam Levine.

I Am A Pouser by X-Ray Spex.

A Pup Like Me by Luke Stars.

WAY more hip hop and metal than I was expecting.

The entire soundtracks of Hamilton, Mean Girls, Cats (ironic I know), Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Les Misérables, The Percy Jackson Musical, and Wicked.

Tons of Theme songs that look like there from some anime?

The theme song to a show called 'Teen Titans'.

Oh My God There's Blood Everywhere. (Huh?)

And I Squeezed Out The Baby But I Have No Idea who the Father Is-?

Both by a dubbed 'fictional singer' Ibuki Mioda.

Ok what is my taste in music? I'll have do some digging on that later. I scroll through my Pup Pad finding a couple games, like Mario, Kirby, Zelda, Undetale, and a couple games I've never even heard like, NeiR:Automania and..... a Paw Patrol video game? I didn't know we had video games- how famous are we?

Finally I think I should scroll through my contacts see if I can remember anyone. I open it up and immediately I notice a bunch of texts from emojis that boil down to: 'Hey are you ok?' And 'Are you dead?' From a multitude of people. I scroll through them all and I don't understand why I put all my contacts as emojis, like why did I do that? I keep scrolling till I notice a contact with a cat and pink heart emoji. And the profile picture is the blonde girl from the photo. Should I text back?

I click on her contact and she as sent a few texts from the past month I've been out. One was sent an hour ago too.

6:56
🐱💖:Please be ok we're all worried about you

I inhale, I doubt she's awake but, I feel like I should reply. Not just to her but all my contacts who asked about my well being.

Yes, rest assured I'm not dead.

I soon exited out and went to find my other contacts then a notification appeared on the screen, a reply.

🐱💖:OH THANK GOD!

🐱💖:What happened are you ok?

I open her messages again and reply.

I'm fine for now, but, I don't know what happend.

I don't remember.

🐱💖:Oh

🐱💖:Well good to know your ok when rumor spread you died I got worried

Thank you.

Hey, may I ask for your name?

🐱💖:Uhh you know my name

Not right now I don't. I don't remember any Adventure Bay citzen's name.

Apparently whatever accident I had gave me amnesia.

🐱💖:Oh god that's awful

🐱💖:You don't remember anything?

I remember my name and my past but other than that, I don't remember, Adventure Bay, or the Paw Patrol, or you.

So I want to learn about you.

🐱💖:Oh ok

🐱💖:My name is Katie I'm 10 yo and I run a pet parlor in town

You run a pet parlor at ten years old? Impressive.

🐱💖:Thanks

Kaite huh? That's a lovely name.

So, what's this town like?

🐱💖:Other then being in danger every other day? It's nice

🐱💖:The people are friendly and we have the best rescue team in the world

🐱💖:Spolier, it's you guys

That complimentary feels way nicer when it comes from her. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Aw, thank you.

Katie and I continued to talk on all sorts of things.

She told me more about people like Jake, Danny, Alex, Mayor Goodway etc.

🐱💖:He's a good kid at heart but I will admit Alex is kind of clueless

I hope this isn't rude to ask, but is Jake on any, illicit substances?

🐱💖:Well as far as I know he's not on anything illegal but he does do weed in his off time sooooo

Ok, just checking.

But seriously though, why do we have a golden statue of the mayor's chicken.

🐱💖:Honestly I stopped asking questions when said chicken stole Skye's helicopter

🐱💖:Your answers as good as mine 

Wait, she STOLE a helicopter?

How?

🐱💖:Pecking at buttons probably lol

Honestly I'm impressed a chicken, a five year old boy, and a 10 year old boy with a bike, manage to cause so much chaos completed separated from eachother. Skye's rant from earlier in the day barely even scratched the surface of what these guys are capable of. Shocking, no one gets badly injured. Well except for me, maybe. Actually how did I loose my memory? Was it because of Adventure Bay? Was it something else? Did I hurt myself saving someone? Did someone else do it? I don't know.

Right on cue Chase walks into my room and notices me deep in thought.

"Ryder? Are you ok?

I sit up from my bed.

"Chase, what happened to me?"

Chase looks slightly shocked, but then it subsidies quickly into a 'Oh boy, here we go," look.

"Well-"

He climbs up on my bed.

"Do you want the whole story or to just get straight to the point?"

"Whole story, from beginning to the hospital,"

"Ok... well just know I wasn't there for when Harold tried to wake you so I'm just guessing"

"Ok. I guess."

He breathes in a long drawn out breath.

"It was over a month ago-"