Courtney woke to the sound of crying. That's odd, she thought as she rubbed her eyes, her children were seven and eight and hardly ever cried. She opened her eyes and gasped as she took in her surroundings. She lay in a bed covered with simple beige sheets, and the room surrounding her wasn't her own. It was a very simple room, and very small too. Courtney stepped out of the bed and walked toward what she supposed was the bathroom. She opened the door and stepped inside, feeling more than slightly looked in the mirror and gasped. Her hair was its natural dark color and it lacked all streaks.

Courtney stepped away from the bathroom, grabbed a bathrobe, and quickly stepped into the hall towards where the crying was getting ever louder. She opened the door to reveal a two year old girl standing in her crib wailing. The little girl looked a lot like Courtney, though she had piercing blue eyes like a certain ex-boyfriend. Courtney walked over to the little girl and picked her up quickly, her maternal instincts kicking in. She walked towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room and bounced the little girl on her knees.

"Hey baby," Courtney said in a sweet voice, "where's your momma?"

"Momma," The little girl cooed as she snuggled up to Courtney.

"Oh, I'm not momma, I'm Courtney."

"No, your either momma or princess." Courtney squeaked as she heard that achingly familiar voice.

"Duncan," Courtney said without looking up from the little girl, "what are you doing here?"

"What? Can't I visit my two favorite girls on my early lunch break." Duncan said as he walked towards Courtney and took the baby from her arms. For some reason Courtney felt pain in his removal of the child from her arms, and she did not enjoy it.

"Princess, hello? Is anyone home?" Duncan said as he placed the little girl on the floor and watched her toddle off.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Courtney snapped with irritation.

"Because its your nickname, its always been your nickname." Duncan said with a confused look on his face.

"Who's kid is that?"

"Ours, duh."

"No, I am married to Justin and that little girl is not mine."

Duncan looked horrified at what Courtney said.

"No, Courtney, your married to me. Do have amnesia or something?"

"No, I don't. Your married to Gwen and I am married to Justin."

"How could we be married if your married to Justin?" Duncan said as he grabbed an album off the top shelf. "Maybe this will remind you to whom you are married."

Courtney picked up the album and flipped through the pictures gazing at the photos of herself, Duncan, and that little girl.

All Courtney could mutter is, "Where am I?"