"Well," Leonard answered, "you found that ridiculous Roommate Agreement."
"Yes, but how do I know if it's ours?"
Leonard sighed and looked at him. "You're an inquisitive little monkey, aren't you?"
"Give me three reasons why I should trust you."
"Okay...If you look in your wallet, you'll see that your name is Sheldon Lee Cooper."
Sheldon pulled out his wallet, looked briefly at it, then put it away again. "That's one down," he said succintly.
"Those two girls in the hall knew your name. Remember?"
Sheldon made a face of concentration. "Yes," he finally said.
"And last, but not least, the Roommate Agreement. It states I drive you where you want or need to go; and here I am, doing a good deed when I could be taking selfish delight in having the locks changed." Leonard smiled evilly to himself.
"But if I drew up the Roommate Agreement, which suggests it was my home first; I could sue you."
"Would you do that?"
"Would you change the locks?"
Leonard tried to stop smiling. "No," he said unconvincingly. "Look, you need to trust me. Between the two of us, I'm the only one who still has his marbles." He paused, and the smile came back. "I can see Wolverine saying that."
"Wolverines don't talk."
Leonard sobered again, realizing just how bad the situation was. "He's a mutant, actually. Um, wait, we're getting off topic. The point is, you need to trust me!" The pair finally arrived and Leonard pushed open one of the double doors. They walked inside in single file. "Electronics are over there," Leonard said, pointing, and led Sheldon to the area. "If you still don't trust me, I could call your family."
"Oh, thank goodness." Sheldon said dramatically. "I was beginning to think we were family."
"Nope, just roommates. Well, and colleagues."
"Colleagues? Of what?"
"Science."
Sheldon paused in front of a wide selection of DVDs. "I saw the geek in you, but I didn't see that coming."
"You're a scientist, too."
Sheldon turned to face him, eyes wide.
Leonard looked away. "Forget your mother. You need to speak with mine."
"Finally," Howard said, as he sat beside Bernadette. "I never thought we'd be here." He outstretched an arm. "Come here," he said, and she happily snuggled against him - and then someone knocked on the door.
"Hold that thought," he said, and she pulled away and got up. She pulled open the door. Amy stood in the hall, dripping with rainwater, a bottle of wine in one hand. "Amy!" Bernadette said. "Where's your umbrella?"
"Who needs one?" Amy asked despairingly. "It's just water."
Bernadette held the door open wider. "Uh, come inside, I'll get some towels." She headed for the bathroom.
Amy closed the door and stayed where she stood, moving only to lean against the shut door.
"Problems?" Howard asked.
"Yes," Amy said, as Bernadette came back into the room with towels. "And his name is Sheldon."
"What line did he cross today?" Bernadette asked.
"He lost his memory. He doesn't know who any of us are." Amy accepted the towels and spread one on the floor. She stepped onto it, and repeated this process until finally, she had approached the couch. She put the final towel onto the couch and then sat on the towel. Finally, into the silence, she spoke again. "He found his Roommate Agreement and allowed Leonard to take him to a good electronics store. Apparently he no longer finds his own collection all that appealing."
"Really!" Bernadette said. Amy pulled the cork off the wine bottle and Bernadette reached for one of the wine glasses on the coffee table, but paused hesitantly when Amy started drinking directly from the bottle. Bernadette and Howard both stared as Amy chugged, and then finally, paused to belch. "Pathetic, right?" Amy finally asked.
Bernadette and Howard shared looks of bemusement.
"Okay, um..." Bernadette took the wine glass from Amy's hand, and set it on the coffee table. "Maybe you should sleep that off here."
"Yeah, maybe. You're a good friend. I'm sorry I tried to clock you with my purse."
"Ah, don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge."
Amy smiled, but became serious very fast. "Uh-oh." She shifted her weight slowly, and then, scaring both Howard and Bernadette, she stood quickly. "Uh-oh," she repeated, and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Bernadette sighed and followed her.
"Where are you going?" Howard called after her.
"To hold up her hair."
Howard sighed and poured some wine for himself. "So much for sex," he muttered to himself.
