Brooke placed her car keys in her purse as she walked into Tempo. She made her way passed Edmund's office, peering in and seeing him sitting behind his desk, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Hey," she said, entering the office.

"You're here early," Edmund said.

"Look who's talking." Brooke stood in front of his desk. "What time did you get here?" She noticed over in the corner of the office a shirt and a pair of slacks. "Don't tell me you slept here." Edmund rubbed his eyes. "What happened?"

Edmund leaned back in his chair. "She's gone," he said.

"She's gone?" Brooke asked. "What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone? Maria?"

"She's not Maria."

"I thought everything was working out fine with you two."

"I thought it was," Edmund said, running his hands back on his head. "She doesn't remember... anything. She doesn't want to remember. She wants to be... this new woman, this Maureen Gorman."

"She was remembering." Brooke walked behind the desk and stood next to Edmund. "Don't give up on her, Edmund. All the research we've done..."

"All the research only showed that she may never get her memory back."

"Why are you just giving up on this? After everything you've tried. What happened with you two?" Edmund shook his head. Brooke lightly squeezed his shoulder. He looked up at her. "If you want to talk..." Edmund lifted his hand to his shoulder, covering hers. He nodded. "Why don't you go home? Go home, Edmund, get some rest. I'll cover everything around here."

"Thanks, Brooke," Edmund said, "But... I think I'll stick around. I have some stuff to catch up on."

Brooke nodded. "If you need me, you know where my office is... the door is always open." She paused, smiling weakly before she slowly made her way to the office door.

"Oh, Brooke," Edmund called. Brooke turned to face him He went into his desk drawer as she walked up to him again. "Here." Edmund handed her two plane tickets.

Brooke's hear skipped a beat. She was sure her hand was shaking as she reached out to take the tickets from Edmund.

"You decided to take Jamie?" he asked her. Brooke's mouth was open slightly as she shook her head. "But you got two tickets."

"Tad..." Brooke said without thinking. "Tad's going to come with me."

"Oh."

"Yeah, well... uh..." Brooke stammered. "I should get to work." She took hold of the tickets. "Thanks."

Edmund nodded as Brooke turned and left his office. She walked down the hall, stopping briefly at the water cooler. She took a drink, trying to calm herself as the cold water slid down her throat. She ran her hand over her face.

"Miss English?" Brooke looked up at one of the interns coming towards her. "Miss English, Mrs. Chandler is in your office."

Brooke was shocked. "Mrs... Chandler?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Brooke nodded, still a bit confused. "Thanks," she said as the intern turned and walked away from her. Brooke paused, thinking for a moment before entering her office.

"Liza," Brooke said as she shut the office door behind her. She took a seat behind her desk. "I was under the impression that I'm the last person you'd want to see."

"What ever would have given you that idea?" Liza said sarcastically. "You only slept with my husband."

"Did you come to read me the riot act, Liza?" Brooke asked. "Because I could do without that today. really I could."

Liza sat, shaking her head. "I'm not here about Adam," she said. "And I personally don't want to be reminded about what happened between you two." She paused. "I'm here about Tad."

"What about Tad?"

"I know that you two are close." she said. "Tad is my best friend... but, he's been... he's been going through a lot lately, you know." Brooke nodded. She knew all too well what Tad was going through. "I'm worried about him," Liza said. "It's been almost a year since Dixie died, but he's really not getting any better."

"What can we do about it?" Brooke said. "We've all tried to help him deal with what happened..."

"I tried talking to him. I called him this morning, I went over there. He's not answering his phone or his door."

"You want me to try?"

"You must be just as worried as I am."

"I'll try," Brooke said. "If Tad's on one of his depression... I don't know if anyone will get through to him." She paused. "I'll try though."

Liza stood and nodded. "Please let me know if you get through."

"I will," Brooke said. There was silence for a moment before Liza turned and left the office. Brooke leaned back in her chair, pausing and taking a deep breath, before she stood. She grabbed her jacket and her car keys and left the office.