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Johnny stared down at her with surprise. It was unbelievable that he had done what seemed like the impossible with Jennifer. There was also guilt. He knew that she would hate him and that she would be ashamed, but what could he do now?
"Who's there?" she muttered still half asleep. Jennifer turned over and looked at him. At first it hadn't seen like she had realized. She simply smiled up at him and then looked around the room. It was the instant her eyes met his that he knew she knew. "Johnny?" she shrieked as she started to sit up, but noticed that the only thing she was wearing were her under garments. Pulling the sheet up to her shoulders, she stared in shock at him. "What happened?!" she asked getting nervous. "What did you do?" she asked examining the room.
"I don't even know where we are let alone what happened," he said. He sighed and then looked down. There was a dread that came to him when he lifted his head. He didn't want to see her face, to look her in the eyes. It would have been one thing is this was some girl that he met and didn't really care about, but this was Jennifer.
Jennifer sighed and then looked out towards the window. "Could you please leave so that I can get dressed?" she asked.
Johnny, who was still trying to find out where he was, stepped out into a small room off to the side and sat there. He was trying to find out what she was feeling. Her tone had a mixture of anger and impatience, but her eyes showed shame. He knew one thing though, that he had better have a good apology ready for when she walked out of that room.
Johnny stood up and walked over to the window and looked out over the city. Good news, it was still Cincinnati. At least now he knew he was still in the same city. "Well, that cuts out of having to look for signs," he said.
He found himself starting to get nervous. He had to face her again. Not at the moment, but when she walked out of that door, he would have to do something. He was also concerned about how things were going to be over at work. Whether or not they could work together.
"Johnny?"
He turned around as soon as he heard the voice that was starting to squeak with some kind of nervousness.
"Yes?" he asked. He was now starting to worry. She stood there looking like she was about to cry. Her eyes were wide with concern.
"Are you sure that you don't remember anything at all from last night?" she asked with her voice getting shaky from worry.
"I'm trying to. Why? Do you?" he asked.
"No, but I found something that may bring back a few memories," she said.
Johnny looked at her with interest and concern as she slowly pulled her arm out from behind her back. "This," she said presenting a white piece of paper.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing much," she said. "Just a marriage license with both of our names signed to it," she said.