Chris woke up to find Stephanie all ready up, sitting on her bed, reading something. Chris watched her, pretending he was still asleep. She looked generally interested in what she was looking at, whatever it was. Finally she looked toward him, before he could close his eyes. She shook her head. "How long have you been watching me?"

                Caught, he finally sat up, stretching slightly. "Not long. What are you reading?"

                Stephanie sighed, holding up the book. Her diary. "It's all pretty strange, Blondie. You almost have me convinced, almost. But…I still don't remember. I do, but it's like…not all there. Tell me, what happened to me, if I can't remember and all? Did I hit my head?"

                Chris looked at her. She was going to find out sooner or later. "Your husband beat the shit out of you." He explained lowly. "I saved you, along with a few other people. The guy's an asshole, though, and that's why you were with me I guess. He didn't want to get divorced though, so he kidnapped you. And…that's what happened."

                She looked shocked, and suddenly her face paled considerably. "Chris…"

                She stood up, looking like she was dizzy. He quickly stood up, walking swiftly to her. He just reached her when she started to fall over. He caught her, righting her. "Whoa, whoa, easy there sweetie."

                She looked at him, starting to shiver, cold beads of sweat falling down her face. "Snow…cold…" she closed her eyes, looking like she was holding back the urge to puke.

                "Steph…? Are you all right?" he asked, his face etched with concern.

                "I'm so mixed up…I can't…there's all these things in my head…they won't go away…" she whimpered.

                He frowned at this. "I know it must be really confusing, but those pictures in your head are your real memories. And soon they'll all be back, and you'll be all right. Really."

                "How will I know which is right and which is wrong?" she asked, unsure.

                "I'll tell you." He managed a smile. She looked at him, then shook her head.

                "I'm going to take a shower, all right?" she asked, tiredly, pulling away from him. He just nodded and watched her shakily get ready for it, ultimately walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

                She doesn't look so good. It must be so tough for her. She looks like it's making her sick. Chris had no time to think about it, as the door suddenly was knocked on. He walked over and opened it to find Benoit standing there, smirking slightly.

                "Back to sleeping late, Chris?" he inquired. Chris shook his head.

                "Not really. Good to see you, man." Chris sighed.

                "You don't look like your usual jovial 'I love the world because it gave me stupid people to tease' mood." He raised a brow.

                "It's a long story." He moved aside. "Wanna come in?"

                "Naw, got things to do. Just wanted to say that I think Spike has Stephanie's necklace." He shrugged. "She's missing it, right?"

                Necklace—NECKLACE! Holy shit! That's it! "Benoit, you're a genius!" Chris couldn't help himself and he hugged his friend. Benoit looked like he was in shock.

                "Um…I am?" he asked, sounding confused. "Wait a second...of course I am! …Why am I one again?"

                "Where's Spike?" he asked, ignoring the question.

                "Uh…no clue. Chris, what's this about?" Benoit now sounded like he was demanding to know.

                "Listen, Stephanie thinks she's a British hooker…but that necklace will get her on the right track! We need to find it!"

                "Stephanie? British hooker? What?" Benoit blinked.

                Chris wrote a quick note. "Just come on!"

                Before he could say another word, Chris dragged Benoit away, closing the door behind him.

~~

                "Chris?"

                Chris watched as the door widened, a drowsy looking Jeff peeking his head out. He stared at two at the door confused.

                "Hey Jeff." Chris greeted. Jeff blinked once.

                "Uh…hey. Might there be a reason why you're knocking on our door so early in the morning?" he asked, almost grumpily.

                "Who's there, Jeff?" he heard from the back. Lita's head suddenly popped out from behind the door as well. "Chris?"

                "Just the girl I wanted to see." Chris grinned at Lita, who looked confused. "I need your help. Come on."

                Lita stared at him for a second, then shrugged. "All right. Whatever."

                Jeff continued to look confused as Lita left to get dressed. "Help? What help?"

                "Girl stuff." Chris said. That isn't a lie totally…

                "Ah. I see." Jeff nodded, understanding.

                Lita quickly appeared again. "I'll be back later, Jeff. Tell Matt when he wakes up."

                "Sure thing. G'luck." He yawned loudly, closing the door.

                "What's up?" she asked as they walked away from the door. She had kept her voice low so no one could hear them talking.

                "Yeah. What's this about Stephanie being a hooker? And why are you guys acting all secretive? I'm feeling a little left out here." Benoit looked at the two.

                "Stephanie isn't all there in the head." Lita explained. "She thinks she's someone else…and we need to get her back to normal before people find out."

                "Oh." Benoit simply said, then shook his head. "Why do I always get myself into stuff like this?"

                "I need you two to look for Spike. Ask around. Get the necklace from him." Chris continued explaining his plan, ignoring Benoit.

                "…I need new friends…that's what I need…" Benoit continued, basically mumbling to himself.

                "Necklace?" Lita asked. "Oh! THAT necklace. Hey, that's a good idea! She really loved that thing."

                "Exactly why we need it back." Chris replied dryly. "Now go. We'll meet in the lobby in an hour."

                The three broke off into different directions. Chris decided to ask around to see if anyone saw them.

                The first person he happened to come across was Trish, who was getting some coffee in the lobby. He walked up to her, instantly plastering a smile on his face. Have to look not so suspicious.

                "Hey Trish." He greeted the petite blonde woman. She turned her head to smile at Chris.

                "Hey Chris, how are you?" she asked.

                "Great." He lied, because he wasn't anything close to that. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

                "Sure, shoot." She responding, stirring in some fat free milk into her cup.

                "I was wondering if you saw Spike around…"

                "Spike Dudley?" she asked, looking at him again. She thought a moment. "Actually, I did see him a little while ago. Talking to um…" she paused. "Oh yeah! He was talking to Crash. They were having another one of their squabbles. The two really never change."

                "Crash? Do you know where he went after that?"

                "Nope, sorry." She shook her head.

                "All right, thanks anyway Trish." He waved a hand and walked off.

                "C-ya." She responded, going back to working on her coffee.

                Chris went back to looking. He walked down a hallway, hoping that he has around there. Instead, he found Edge, who was currently sulking against a wall. Chris approached and Edge just nodded to him.

                "Something wrong?" he asked.

                "Christian's being a jackass again." Edge rolled his eyes.

                "Ah." He shook his head.

                "You need something?" Edge asked, looking towards him.

                "Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you knew where Spike is?"

                 "Spike? Actually, yeah. He was looking for Molly. She must have run off for a bit without him knowing." He managed one of his large grins. "He seemed pretty jolly though, one of his good moods I suppose."

                "Did he say where he was looking?"

                "Well, I told him I thought I saw her at the pool." Edge shrugged. "Maybe he's still there, I don't know."

                "Pool? All right, cool, thanks a lot Edge. I'll talk to you later."

                "Good luck, man." He waved Chris off, and Chris hurried to the indoor pool.

                "Finally." He breathed a sigh of relief. There was Spike, sitting poolside with Molly. She was in the water, listening to him talk. As Chris got closer, he noticed what was in Spike's hand. "The necklace!"

                Spike turned his head to look at him, surprised. "Oh, hey Chris."

                "God am I glad to see you, Spike." Chris reached him. "Where did you find that necklace?"

                "Oh, this one? Kurt found it. He didn't want it so he said I could give it to Molly. But I think someone owns it, and so does Molly. Why do you ask?"

                "Because that's –my- necklace." He said quickly.

                Spike blinked. "Uh…Chris, this necklace is a little girly, don't you think?"

                Chris paused, then understood what he meant. "Oh, no no…it's not –my- necklace…it's Stephanie's."

                "Really? Well, in that case, here you go!" he handed it over. "See Molly? Toldja."

                She nodded and smiled. "I thought it look familiar."

                "I have to get going. Thanks a lot, guys." He quickly walked out, leaving the couple to stare after him, looking a bit confused.

                I got it. Chris looked at it, grinning broadly. If this doesn't work, nothing will!

                Chris walked to the lobby to find Benoit and Lita all ready waiting for him. He held it up for them to see. "Not bad. Good then, so…what now?" Benoit inquired. "We show it to her and…poof, no more hooker?"

                "I guess so." Chris shrugged. "Let's go see, all right?"

                "Maybe you should do it alone, Chris." Lita suggested. Chris looked at her. "I think it'll only freak her out even more with more then you there." She paused. "We'll wait outside, though. Just in case."

                "Sounds like a plan." Chris nodded.

                They walked back to the room, and Lita and Benoit got comfortable against the walls near it. Chris entered the room, his hand gripping the necklace tightly. Come on, this has to work…it just has too…