She wakes up in a cold sweat. She sits up in bed, and looks around the room. She listens carefully, and hears nothing out of the usual. Then she hears someone snoring. She looks around her bedroom, but sees no one else. She flings back the covers, and makes her way out of the room. She finds someone sleeping on the couch.
"Amanda why are you on my couch? You live across the hall."
Amanda continues to snore. Betty shakes her, "Amanda wake up." Amanda sits up and looks at her, "Oh, hi Betty."
"Why are you in my apartment?"
"I couldn't find my key to my apartment last night. Then I remembered that I still had a key for your apartment so..."
"You just decided to crash on my couch?"
"I didn't have a choice. I lost my cell phone."
"Then what's that?" Betty asks pointing to the phone on the floor, next to the couch.
"Betty! You found it."
"How late were you out last night?"
"Late," she admits.
"Get up we've got to go to work."
"Is something wrong Betty?"
"No why would you think that?"
"You just act like something is wrong."
"I just had a weird dream."
"Ooh tell me about it."
"You don't want to hear it."
"Sure I do."
"So I dreamt that I woke up and something... someone was crying."
"You?"
"No. I got out of bed, and went to the closet."
"Someone was in your closet?"
"In the dream there was a baby sitting in my closet."
"Weird."
"That's not the weird part."
"It's not?"
"No. The baby was Matt."
"What?"
"It was a baby, but it had Matt's face."
"So it had a huge head?"
"No, just Matt's face," Betty admits.
"That's not weird. You just miss Matt. After all he is whiny like a baby."
"You don't think that it's weird? You don't think it means anything do you?"
"No. Like what?"
"I don't know," Betty shrugs.
"Or maybe you're having Matt's baby," Amanda smiles.
"Not funny. I'm definitely not."
"Are you sure?"
"Amanda don't be ridiculous."
"Am I being ridiculous?"
"You're hung-over."
"That doesn't mean that I'm wrong. I assume that the two of you were having sex right?"
Betty doesn't answer.
"So it's not impossible," Amanda points out.
"I'm not."
"Are you sure? Did you take a test?"
"You have to swear not to tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
"I thought that I was, but I took a test, and I wasn't."
"When?"
"Before Christmas."
"Maybe the test was wrong."
"Amanda I'm not pregnant. It was just a dream."
"Whatever," she rolls her eyes and gets off the couch.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," Amanda answers.
Betty goes to her room to get dressed. She gets dressed, washes her face, and brushes her teeth. She puts her toothbrush back in the medicine cabinet. On the bottom shelf she eyes an unopened box of tampons. She closes the cabinet, and finishes getting ready.
She steps out of her apartment just as Amanda is leaving. She locks the door behind her, and starts down the hall.
"Where is Marc?"
"He already left."
"Oh."
"Why?"
"No reason," she answers nervously.
"Betty..."
"What?"
"Why are you so on edge?"
"I'm not," she lies.
Amanda turns to look at her. "Betty! You think that I'm right. You're..."
Betty quickly cuts her off, "No. I'm not."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
"This morning you were certain. Are you having doubts?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"You have to find out."
"I know."
When Betty returns from work she heads straight home. She gets to the apartment, unlocks the door, and flips on the light. She finds Amanda on her couch once again.
"I have got to get the locks changed."
"I brought you a present," Amanda tells her.
"So that's why you broke into my apartment?"
"I didn't break in. I have a key."
"Which is why I have to get the locks changed."
Amanda gets up off the couch and grabs the brown paper bag next to her. She hands it to Betty.
"What is it?" Betty questions.
"Just take it," Amanda insists.
Betty eyes her suspiciously, and then unfolds the top of the bag. She looks inside, and then returns her glance to Amanda.
"Go," Amanda demands.
"I..."
"Go. I'll wait."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"You shouldn't have to do this alone," Amanda admits.
"I'm sure that..."
"Betty just go take it."
"Ok," Betty agrees heading to the bathroom. She returns to the living room about a minute later.
"Did you take it?"
"Yeah."
"You're not going to wait in there?"
"No. I'm going to make dinner."
"So why do you think that you're not?"
"I feel fine."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Amanda I'm sure that I'm not."
"Did you set a timer?"
"Yeah, on my phone," she hands Amanda the phone, and then goes into the kitchen. She starts rifling through cabinets pulling out pots, and boxes. Betty says nothing, she just starts dinner. The timer beeps, and she looks at Amanda.
"I'll go," Amanda tells her as she makes her way to the bathroom.
Betty goes to look for her when she doesn't come right back. She stops in the door way of the bathroom, and finds Amanda siting on the lid of the toilet.
"Well?"
Amanda hands the tissue with the plastic stick in it to Betty.