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I stepped forward, continuing to take in the house. Dougie watched me closely, I could feel it. It was strange, I had lived here but I wouldn't have been able to tell. Turning around, I looked at Dougie. He smiled at me, he must've known that I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't imagine how painful it was for him, how hard it was for him to keep smiling at me when he knew I had little memory of him.

The phone rang in the other room and Dougie went off to go answer it. Looking around once more, I decided to take a shower. To my left was the kitchen and living room, where Dougie was on the phone. To my right was a small hallway. I went down the hall way and stopped at the door at the very end of it. Opening the door slowly, I looked inside. It was a bedroom, one that I assumed to be ours. Exiting the room, I closed the door quietly and went back to the door across from it. Maybe this one is it, it's closest to the bedroom. I thought as I opened the door. I was correct, looking into the bathroom.

Smiling at my small triumph, I tip toed in and closed the door behind me. I carefully undressed, making sure to put my clothes on the counter. I quickly opened the shower, turning on the water and got it. I scrubbed every inch of my body with the soap, wanting to make sure that everything from the hospital was off of me. Washing my hair, I hoped there wasn't any dried blood left in it. Shampoo got in my eyes and I yelled in frustration. "Of course you would." I spat angrily. Rubbing my eyes, I blinked exaggeratedly to make sure all soap was out. Turning off the water, I emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around me.

Clothes in hand, I snuck out of the bathroom and into the bedroom next door. Drying off without any disturbance, I studied the room. It was fairly simple, painted a light green and had plush cream carpet, but it was nice. I began redressing, putting on my sweatpants again. With awkward timing, Dougie entered the room. I squeaked, surprised. Dougie immediately turned around, muttering apologies. Yanking the shirt on quickly, I turned around.

"It's okay now." I blushed, awkwardly announcing. He turned around, looking around awkwardly. Trying to break the awkwardness, I changed the subject. "Who was on the phone?" I sat on the bed, adjusting the legs of the sweatpants.

"Danny. He's coming over tomorrow with his girlfriend." he ran a hand through his hair. I almost asked who Danny was, not really remembering the name. "You have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?" I paused a moment before shaking my head. "I guessed so. Finish getting dressed and come over to the living room, okay?" He sighed. "I'll explain everything." I nodded quickly and he left the room, closing the door behind him. Sighing again, I laid back on the bed.

"I fucking hate this." I shook my head. Why couldn't I remember anything? When would the memories come back? It felt like forever that I laid there. Dougie's waiting…

Sitting back up, I looked around the room and saw double doors. I reluctantly got up and walked over to it. "That must be the closet, or where he hides the dead bodies." I muttered aloud. Opening the doors, I was surprised by the sheer amount of clothes in it. The bottom rack seemed to have mostly clothes that looked like what Dougie wore, so I assumed them to be his. The top, however, had dresses and skirts and such. "Unless Dougie's fancies cross dressing, I'll assume these are mine." My shirt was still dry, so I didn't pick a new shirt. But, I had left my sweats on the floor near the shower, there was no saving them. I saw a pair of cotton shorts that looked comfortable enough and pulled them off. Quickly changing them, I tossed the sweats and wet towel into the hamper. I felt like that was good enough for 'finish getting dressed', and went to go dry my soaked hair. Exiting the bedroom, I closed the door and went across the hall… again. "Maybe I should've dried my hair before getting dressed," I muttered. Finding the hair dryer, I plugged it in and dried my hair. Pulling it into a ponytail, I looked at myself in the mirror. Shrugging, I decided it was good enough and skipped down the hall to the living room. Plopping down onto the couch, I sat next to Dougie. He smiled at me, turning the volume down on the TV.

"Well, you look very pretty." he grinned, playing with my ponytail.

"Thanks, Dougie." I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. Why was I acting like a little love struck teenager? He's my fiancé for crying out loud! I smiled shyly and rolled my eyes.

"Well ... What do you want to know?" Dougie seemed ready to start explaining. It surprised me a bit, I would've thought that he wouldn't want to talk about us when he was the only one that could remember it. But, I was eager to know, so I didn't need to be told twice.

"Everything!" I eagerly replied. "How we met, where I work, my friends, my family, anything! I don't remember much." I wanted to know everything. It was like a little girl wanting to be told a fairytale before bed, well… except for me being an adult.

"Let's see, this could take a bit. You have friends, so don't think you're some antisocial loner. You and Alex, Danny's girlfriend, are practically sisters, you two are so close. You're also friends with Danny, Harry and Tom. The four of us make up a band that's kinda big here." He paused for a moment. "Alex is really the one who got us together. You two met at a party of a mutual friend. Then, we met and started talking, and the guys put us on a blind date. And you can guess the rest." he smiled sadly, "Anyway. You work at a small clothing store in downtown, I already told your boss about your accident. She said to take as much time as you need." I nodded, understanding. This was so interesting to hear, as weird as it sounded to think. "As for your family, I can't tell you that much. You're from America, originally. And I don't think you guys got along that well." he sighed.

"Are they aware of the accident?" I wondered aloud. Would they come to visit? Would they tell me stories about me as a child? I wanted them to, it was something I felt deep in my bones.

"No, the doctors weren't able to contact them." I felt my chest tighten. My parents were pretty much lost forever. "... Is there anything else, Jenna?" he had noticed my reaction, I quickly tried composing myself once more, for his sake.

"No, that's good. But... What do I do now? I don't remember anything that I did before?" My eyes stung with tears, even though I tried my hardest to keep them from coming. Dougie wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head on his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. He rubbed my arms, trying to comfort me. What was wrong with me? Why had I forgotten? Why couldn't the memories come back yet? I hated to appear weak. Douglas pulled away and kissed my forehead.

"You'll remember, you will." he murmured, his voice determined. "The memories will come back, believe me." He looked me in the eye. "Believe me."

"I believe you." I nodded. I wanted to believe him so much, I honestly did.

"Thank you, Dougie."

"It's fine." He smiled. "Don't cry anymore, honey. It kills me, not being able to make everything right." he added, softly playing with my hair. I calmed down eventually, still in Dougie's arms. After a few minutes, he pulled back and kissed my cheek. "I have to call Danny, be back in a little bit. Okay?"

"That's fine." I replied, wiping my cheeks. Dougie went down the hallway into our bedroom. I pondered my options on what to do. I could clean, Nope, not gonna do that, read, Well, if I knew where the books were…, explore the house some more, That would probably end up with me getting lost, or to watch some TV. TV was my safest bet. I grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels. Laying back on the couch, I repeatedly skipped through TV shows. None of them were particularly interesting to me. I wonder if I liked this show. I would ponder, pausing on every few channels. I finally gave up, deciding that I'd have to clean instead. "I'm so bored, I've resorted to cleaning. This is sad." I sarcastically muttered, getting up off the couch.

The kitchen was dirty. I sighed and opened the dishwasher, ready to put dirty dishes in it… It was full of dirty dishes already. "Why didn't Dougie start it if it was full?" It made absolutely no sense. I rolled my eyes, opening a cabinet underneath the sink. The soap was in there, among a few other things, and I poured it into the dishwasher. Starting it, I looked back at the sink. Quickly washing the dishes in the sink, I set them out on a towel to dry. Starting to put them away, it struck me that I was opening the correct cabinets. Each time I put away a plate, glass or silverware, I opened the right drawer. It was like riding a bicycle. I felt giddy, a small triumph in my way to remembering.

Dougie entered the kitchen, not too long after I had finished. He looked a little confused, but overall amused.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Jenna?" he laughed, gesturing at the immaculate state the kitchen was in. "You cleaned everything. On a Thursday."

"Is that not what I normally did?" Biting my lip, I felt like I had done something wrong. That's not what I had expected to hear from him.

"You do, but not on Thursdays. You had a method to your madness." He explained, though it didn't really make that much sense. "But, one question… How did you know where to put everything?"

"Uhh… I guess I kinda remembered. I didn't even think about it, to be honest." I looked down, embarrassed. "Maybe it's starting to come back?" There was no way I could help from smiling.

"I told you, it's coming back." His smile made me catch my breath. Dougie pulled me into a tight hug, rubbing my back. He was happy, I could tell. Him being happy, well, it made me happy too.