Jake quickly checked the day on the computer and found it was a Saturday.
"At least we don't have school to worry about," he said, trying to put a positive slant on the situation.
"Just as well, I haven't learnt my seven times table yet," replied Timmy sarcastically, before holding up his fingers and pretending to work through it.
"At least it gives us time to sort this mess out. I'll see if I can find anything on the computer," replied Jake, as he began to fumble with the mouse, occasionally stroking the crack between the buttons as if operating a scroll wheel. After five minutes of silence however he looked crestfallen, "It's no good. There's nothing on there, save what I can remember was when I was seven," he began sniffing to try and stay calm, "but at least it will be easier this time round. We can get away without doing much work, and will be a lot more exper..." He broke off, he had seen Timmy's face.
"What's the square root of four," he said flatly, "I could do the seven times table easily enough, I could do that when I was seven. But it got me thinking about other stuff, later stuff, and I can't remember it," He paused, "No, not even that. I don't know it."
Jake had a pensive look on his face, "I remember the word," he said hopefully.
"Same here. I remember my life, I remember all the things that happened, but I don't remember stuff, you know, school stuff. Also, I remember having fun doing boring stuff, more grown up stuff, and I can't understand it."