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Once Beca had calmed down she looked around the mess in her office.

"Damn.." she muttered.

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up and get new stuff and everything. Just calm down." Jesse said.

Nodding Beca got up, grabbed a big envelope from one of her draws and left without another word. When Beca had got into her car, she paused for a second. She thought she was going mad. She had all these new memories, they were different then the old ones. But by one detail. Chloe. Was it possible that the new ones were true and they had somehow been erased from her memory? And not only her memory but Chloe's and Taylor's also. No. Beca scratched that from her mind. Now she was just being ridiculous. She started her car and drove to the hospital. When she entered she walked to the desk and said:

"Hi, I need to see Dr. Patrick Doyle please. I'm Beca Mitchel. I need to speak with him. It'll only take a second." Beca said. The nurse nodded and picked up the phone.

"Dr. Doyle, I have a Beca Mitchel here wanting to speak to you." she listened and said: "OK" and then hung up the phone.

Turning to Beca she said: "You can wait in his office."

Thanking her Beca turned and walked her way up to the office on the verge of tears. She entered and took of her jacket and hung it over the comfy chair where she took a seat in. She only had to wait about 2 minutes and then Dr. Doyle walked in.

"Beca." he said walking over smiling. "What can I do for you?"

"Patrick." Beca said calmly. "I need your help."

Patrick sat down at his desk looking expectantly at Beca.

"I need to know if there was anyone with me in the ER that night." Beca said her voice shaking.

"Beca.." Patrick started but Beca interrupted him.

"Just tell me. Was there anyone there but me?!"

"No Becs. You sadly were on your own." Patrick said.

"Do you know this woman?" Beca asked and she showed him a picture of Chloe. Patrick looked at the photograph and Beca thought she saw a recognition show on his face but it was gone in a split second.

"No, Beca I don't. I have never seen her consciously in my life." Patrick said handing the picture back to Beca.

"'Consciously?" Beca asked.

"Well she looks like a model so I may have seen her somewhere in a magazine or whatever." Patrick said. "What is this about, Beca?"

"Nothing, I've just been getting there flashed of this woman in my mind and it's really weird. It's like I've known her for years but I only met her a few days ago." Beca said quietly.

"Beca, what are you talking about?" Patrick asked looking concerned.

"Don't look at me like I'm crazy. I feel stupid enough as it is. Anyway, thanks a lot, I have to get going." Beca stood.

"Come by anytime. If I can ever help you. " he said.

Beca nodded and left the office quickly. She stood outside the door trying to control her breathing.

As she got into her car she remembered forgetting her jacket in Patrick's office. Groaning she turned around and went back to the office. The door was slightly open she wanted to knock when she heard Patrick's voice.

"... Yes, she just left. Somehow she is remembering." Pause. "Well I don't know." Pause. "Yes I am the doctor and I will figure it out somehow." Pause. "It does not seem as any of the others remember. She was only talking about herself. She came in here and showed me a picture of the whore." Pause.

He had just called Chloe a whore. She was about to storm into his office and punch him in the face. But what he said stopped her and it also made her heart drop into her pants.

"I know you are her father but don't you think this is a bit much. I mean even when all memories had been whipped the two of them still found together and..." Pause. "Yes I will take care of it." he said in a defeated tone.

"'I know you are her father.' Those words stuck in her head. She stumbled backwards and ran out of the hospital. She threw up in a trash can and broke down in front of the hospital.

"Beca?!" a shocked voice asked. Beca looked around whipping her mouth with a tissue she had in her pocket.

There stood her sister Taylor.