C.C. woke up in a bed she didn't recognize. Her eyes widened. "How much did I drink last night?" She asked herself.

She pulled herself out of bed and explored the place she was in to figure out who she had been with last night.

As she walked through the large house, there didn't seem to be anyone home. She finally entered the kitchen to see a man standing at the sink doing the dishes.

"Hello, hello," C.C. called out.

The man at the sink turned his head to look at her. "Oh. Mrs. Thompson, you're awake."

C.C. was confused. Very confused. "Who?"

The man at the sink stopped tending to the dishes and turned to look at her. He stared at her for a moment before continuing. "Are you okay, Mrs. Thompson?"

"Why in the hell do you keep calling me that? My name is C.C. Babcock!"

At this point, he just looked very concerned. "Right," he said slowly. "But now you're C.C. Thompson, married to Edward Thompson, the Broadway producer."

C.C. laughed. "Hilarious. I don't know who you are or why you're telling me these lies, but C.C. Babcock would never marry Maxwell Sheffeild's competition!"

"Maxwell Sheffeild? What does he have to do with any of this?"

"He is my partner!" She shouted.

"Mrs. Thompson, did you hit your head? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked while stepping forward to touch her arm.

She pulled her arm away in disgust. "Don't touch me! And quit calling me that!"

He shook his head. "Follow me." He instructed as he walked into the living room.

C.C. hesitated for a moment, but followed the man, who she now guessed must be the butler of whoever the hell lived there.

"Look at this," he told her as he held out a photo in a frame. "There's you, Mr. Thompson, and your daughter, Felicity."

C.C. snatched the picture out of his hands. What the hell is going on?

She shoved the picture back into his hands and headed for the door. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, but I've had enough."

"Mrs. Thompson," He called out to her. "Do you remember who I am?"

C.C. stopped walking and turned around. "I have never met you before in my life."

"I'm David, the butler to The Thompson household. C.C., what do you remember?" He asked.

"My name is C.C. Babcock, I am the partner of Broadway producer Maxwell Sheffeild, I am not married, nor do I have any children!"

"Mrs. Thompson," David said as he walked closer to C.C. but still keeping distance between them. "You never worked for Maxwell Sheffeild. You-"

"No!" C.C. interrupted. "You domestics never know what you're talking about."

He ignored her comment and continued on with what he was saying. "You were supposed to meet Maxwell some years ago for a job but you never did go. You crossed paths with Edward instead, and decided to work with him. However, it was love at first sight and you two wound up married. Two years later, Felicity came into the picture."

C.C. felt like her head was spinning. She had to get out of there.

C.C. ran out of the house and looked around. She knew where she was at. Maxwell's place was only about a block away.

So she walked. She walked until she reach the front steps of the beautiful mansion she was familiar with. She reach out to grab the handle and pushed the door open. "Hello, Hello," she cheered as she strutted through the door. "You'll never believe the morning I've had!"

Niles the butler stood with his broom by the stairs staring at the woman in front of him in disbelief. "Can I help you?" He asked.

C.C. felt a lump in her throat. "Can it Niles, that isn't funny. Where's Maxwell?"

His expression was puzzled. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"Oh, I get it. You're in on this, I should've known. I'll get you back for this, Benson!" She laughed as she walked passed Niles towards Maxwell's office.

"You can't just go in there, he isn't expecting you!" Niles called to her.

C.C. ignored Niles and entered Maxwell's office.

Sitting at his desk was Maxwell Sheffeild. Sitting on his desk was Nanny Fine, of course. Sitting in the chair across from his desk was a woman C.C. was unfamiliar with.

"Maxwell, you'll never believe the morning I had!" She turned to face the mystery woman. "Who's this?"

The woman looked around at Maxwell, as for a hint of what was going on. She extended her hand to greet C.C. "I'm Miranda Saybrook, Maxwell's partner."

C.C. backed up, not accepting her hand. "Maxwell, would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?" C.C. begged.

"You do look familiar. Have we met?" Maxwell asked.

Fran hopped off the desk and walked over to C.C. "Are you okay, honey? I'm Fran. Mista Sheffeild's wife." She smiled.

C.C. didn't know what else to do, so she ran out of Maxwell's office, past Niles and out the door. She stood on The Sheffeild's front steps, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, she was approached by a middle-aged woman. "C.C.," she greeted. "There you are."

C.C. looked up, puzzled. "Do I know you?"

The woman shook her head. "Not officially, no."

C.C. threw her hands up. "Then who are you?"

"I guess you can say I'm sort of like an angel."

C.C. laughed under her breath. "This day is insane. This entire day is insane."

The woman offered a soft smile. "I know it doesn't make much sense. I'm here to show you what your life could be like if you never met or worked with Maxwell Sheffeild."

C.C. rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

The woman walked closer. "You revolve your life around a man who has no romantic interest in you. If you hadn't spent all those years fawning after him, you could've had a husband and a family."

C.C. was now glaring at the woman. "Maybe I don't want a husband or a family."

"You know that's not true." The woman replied.

C.C.'s mind started wandering, thinking back on the life she knew. The life she wasted. Well, not anymore.

C.C. walked down the stairs from The Sheffeild's and onto the sidewalk.

"Where are you going?" The woman called after her.

"Home!" she answered.

C.C. arrived at The Thompson residence and walked up the stairs. She turned the doorknob and as she stepped inside, everything turned white.

C.C. woke up in her familiar bed in her apartment. Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in her bed. It was all a dream? More like a nightmare!

After taking a moment to think about her dream, she got up and put on the clothes next to her bed before heading to The Sheffield's.

When she arrived at The Sheffield's she just stood on the stoop with her hand on the doorknob. She hesitated going in.

After a few minutes, C.C. felt the door being pulled away from her. Standing in front of her was Niles.

"Did you forget how to use a doorknob?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh, do get out of the way, Butler," she responded, pushing past him to enter.

Niles closed the door behind her and then walked over to her. "You're a bit later than usual," he observed. "What's the matter, couldn't find your broomstick?"

"I'm in no mood to stand here and be insulted by the help," she shot back. "So if you don't mind, dustmop, I think I'll be headed to do some work now." She laughed to herself as she walked towards Maxwell's office.

"What's the matter?" He asked, noticing she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. "Was it Spinster's night down at the pub?"

"Ah, Clever, Niles," she responded while forcing out a fake laugh. "Not much fun compared to…what? Having a cocktail while you organize socks?"

"Witch." He spat.

C.C. shifted and put her hands on her hips. "Servant."

He stepped closer. "Shrew."

C.C. thought about her dream and the time she wasted lusting after Mr. Sheffeild. She looked Niles in the eyes. It was almost simultaneously they wrapped their arms around each other's necks and kissed.

When they pulled away, they just stared at each other for a moment. "Did you put a spell on me, Broom-Hilda?" He joked.

C.C. laughed as she leaned in for another quick kiss. "You've been waiting for this moment, Butler boy, don't lie to yourself."

"Oh, you think so?" He replied. "I think it's you who's been secretly lusting over me."

Suddenly, they were interrupted by Max and Fran standing in the living room. "I think the sexual tension finally boiled ova." Fran pointed out matter-of-factly.

"All the bickering between them was sexual tension?" Maxwell asked. "Well, get a load of that!"

Niles and C.C. were now standing apart. Both embarrassed about being caught.

However, C.C. smiled to herself. Maybe it wasn't such a terrible nightmare after all. Maybe.