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Riding down the street on her bicycle, Jan Brady was very excited. She quickly pedaled her blue girl's style bike down the sidewalk towards her house. Although her hair was tied with a red ribbon, it was blowing in the wind over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a red jumper over a blue three-quarter sleeve blouse with white accents. The jumper descended passed her thighs, but wasn't anywhere near her knees.

She turned into the driveway where Greg was heading out. Greg was wearing a light blue shirt with blue accents, jeans, and a belt.

Jan stopped her bike at the edge of the driveway and dismounted. She placed it on the grass adjacent to the driveway.

“What's the hurry,” Greg called.

“I have to practice.”

“For what?”

“I'm going to be a POM-POM girl. Tryouts are in a few days. I saw the poster.”

“Oh,” Greg replied. He had also seen the poster at the high school they both attended. Greg didn't have any interest in that sort of thing. He had more important concerns. He wanted to buy a car. He was heading to the bank to withdraw his money. He wanted to use it as a down payment on a car in which he saw at a dealership. Mom and dad told him he could buy a car if he used his own money. He had saved several hundred dollars to this end.

“This is so exciting. I'm going to be a POM-POM girl,” Jan reiterated.

Greg didn't want to rain on Jan's parade, by telling her his own exciting news.

Jan was a freshman. She was just making her way at Westdale High School, Greg was a senior. He was at the top of the high school's social scene. Marcia had been more popular at the school, but she is a girl, so that didn't count, not to Greg.

Jan left her bike on the floor and ran into the house. Greg exited to do his own errands.

Greg was in more of a cloud than Jan was. He was going to buy a car of his very own. He wouldn't have to drive the Brady station wagon on his dates. His dad wouldn't let Greg drive his sedan under any circumstances.

Returning home a short time later, Greg hadn't decided whether he wanted a coupe or a sedan for his first car. Both had their positive aspects. The sedan was larger, but the coupe was more stylish. Greg couldn't make up his mind.

Seeing a basketball on the grass that surrounded the driveway, Greg decided to let luck determine which to choose.

“If I make the basket (from a three-point distance) then I'll choose the sedan.”

Greg picked up the basketball and then backs up. He retreated step after step. He didn't want the shot to be too easy. He wanted the shot to be difficult, but not impossible. This would be the test.

Without looking where he was stepping, Greg's back foot hit Jan's abandoned bicycle. He tripped over the wheel and fell backward hitting his head on the curve.

Cindy was the first to hear the scream and ran outside. Cindy saw Greg lying on the grass. He seemed dazed but not unconscious.

“Hey, Greg...Greg...Greg, are you alright? Greg, Hey Greg Are you OK, Greg?”

“I'm fine. I must have fallen.” Greg looked down at the bike and was confused. “But, why did you call me Greg?”

“Why did I call you Greg?”

“Yeah.”

“Your not Greg?”

“Cindy, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Well, don't you recognize me? I'm Jan!”

“You're Jan?”

“Of course, I'm Jan.”

“You wait right here. Don't get up. I'm getting Mom!”

Act 1:

At the hospital, Mike and Carol met with the Doctor Katherine Porter.

“Well, there is no evidence of a concussion. Everything seems to be perfectly normal,” Doctor Porter told Greg

“Why shouldn't it? I feel fine.”

“Well good. Then you won't mind completing the examination.”

“But what's it for?”

“Just humor me.”

“Alright.”

Mom and dad were watching from the door-well.

“Who am I?”

“Doctor Porter.”

“He's fine,” Mike said from the doorway.

“Who are they?”

“Mom and dad.”

“He's OK.” Mike continued.

“And of course, you know who you are?”

“I'm Jan. Jan Brady.”