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The door creaked as Trudy slowly opened the door. Jasper woke to see his best friend in the doorway. "Good morning." She smiled, her eyes red around the edges. "I brought you some food."

He looked at her. "Come here, Trudy, love. I need to talk to you."

She sat with him. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Trudy, I know this is wrong of me but I'm sick of this whole friendly flirting thing we have going on. I think we ought have another go at dating."

"No." She stated.


"Trudy, I really think you should reconsider." He told her.

"Hi." Fabian said. "We hoped- uh, we thought- that you two would be closing up for lunch right about now?"

"I'm just trying to dissuade Trudy here from calling in a therapist."

"A therapist?"

"For my memory! I'm determined to recover my memory."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Trudy?"

"That's what I was saying."

"Yes, I am. There're people out there who are fully qualified for this sort of thing. In fact, I'm going to go and make a few calls."

She stalked out. Jasper followed. "Trudy, wait!" He followed her. "Please, Trudy! Just stop!"

"Ugh, what?!" She yelled.

He kissed her forehead. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings. But, angel, I don't want you to risk your safety again. It was horrible to think that you were going to get hurt, fuzzy one. Please just keep yourself safe, darling. You tormented me, baby."

"Quit it with the pet names. Not everyone I go near is going to hurt me, you know. You're the evidence. Look, just trust me."

"Fine. Do what you will. But I want one thing from you."

"Whatever it is, just ask."

"I want one last kiss from you."

She smiled, sweetly. "Fine." She told him, then let him kiss her. Fireworks exploded between them as the kiss was deepened, then Jasper felt Trudy's tiny hands winding into his hair and placed a hand in her hair, holding her head up, then placed the other hand on her lower back. The kiss was a long one, the couple pressing closer and closer, each enjoying the other's soft warmth. Then Trudy broke away, having to summon all her will power. "There's plenty more where that came from, if you like. Just remember, you ask, you get."

Jasper watched the woman he loved skip out of his sight. "God, she's such a beauty."

Trudy made her way to Anubis house and called up a therapist. "Yes. Yes, that's the right address. Yes. OK, thank you. Goodbye." She hung up, then spotted her enemy. "Oh, Vera!"

"Yes?" She asked, summoning up her kindness.

"I have an appointment with a memory doctor, this evening. Would it be alright for me to use the living room?"

"Why don't you use my room, Trudy? It's much quieter up there."

A smile spread across the darker woman's face. "Oh, thank you, Vera." She gushed, happily. "How lovely of you!"

She skipped out, happily. She met Jasper in the library. He turned to her. "Trudy. What did you decide to do?"

"I've an appointment with a memory therapist tonight. Do you want me to come straight back to your home?"

He shook his head. "Not tonight, Trudy, no. You'll need to rest."

She knew he was mad at her. She wrapped her arms around him. "Sweetie, are you angry with me?"

Jasper hated that tone. It demanded honesty. He unwound her arms and gently pushed her off him. "Yes, I am. You're suicidal, risking your safety, again. And I don't approve of this therapy because it could mess with your head and the doctor could hurt you in so many ways and you're mad to think differently."

She looked like she was about to cry. "Well, I can cancel..."

"No. Don't bother. You clearly like the dangerous things, it's only right that you suffer for this. You deserve to hurt if you're going to put yourself in that position, and I sincerely hope he does hurt you."

He left her standing, tears trailing over her cheeks.


That night, he lay awake, tired but terrified. He wished he hadn't said that to her, but now, she could be being beaten to death. Midnight struck and his phone rang. He swallowed and picked it up. "Hello? Is this about Trudy? Is she hurt?"

"Hello. No, this is about her relationship with you and she is certainly not hurt, which may disappoint you." Trudy's gentle voice still sounded teary. "Well, not by the therapist, anyway."

He sighed. "Oh, Trudy, darling, I didn't mean what I said. You were endangered, squishy. If you like, I'll come and pick you up, you can stay with me."

"No. I just was calling to say that your wish fell through, he didn't hurt me. And uh, I don't know what we are, but whatever it is, it's over. I'd apologise, but you'd probably like that."

"Trudy, darling, can we discuss this in the morning? Face to face? You need to know why I said what I said and I have to know what's caused you to be so mean, squishy."

There was an offended gasp and someone slammed the phone down. He sighed, tears finally spilling over his eyelids. He felt awful. His beloved squishy had just ended whatever relationship they had. He didn't sleep that night, longing for the warmth of Trudy, the little pressure he felt with her next to him.