She woke up in her bed. Somewhere familiar but she was sure she had never been here before. Everything was hazy, she couldn't remember how she got here. She got up from the bed. In the mirror she saw herself. She knew it was her, but it seemed wrong somehow. Her hair was pulled into a tight braid that reached all the way down her back. "So short? Why do I think its short?", then she searched the house. A tall house made with lots of wood finishing, and grand designs. Slowly she realized she wasn't finding anything. She was just rediscovering things that she already knew. Her dresses and coats in her walk-in closet, the shoes, the make up, the books in the book shelf, and the art on the walls. From the food in the kitchen to the attic modified to an art studio, she knew all of these places, and what she kept in them, but couldn't recall when she had put them there. She found one room filled with a collection of antiques, some she remembered and others were new to her, but at the same time she knew they belonged here. "I don't spend a lot of time in this room." She murmured to herself.

After exploring she returned to her bedroom, went to the closet got dressed, and realized she missed a door. Another closet. She opened it and found men's suits hanging. A man's jackets and clothes, and shoes. She heard someone down stairs, unlocking the front door and coming inside. She ran down the stairs to see who, and found an older man leaning slightly on his cane, but like everything else in this house he was so familiar. She could feel herself about to say 'who are you?', but as if from solely muscle memory she said "Hello Mr. Gold.", she wrinkled her face in confusion. 'That's not right.' she thought to herself.

"Evening Mrs. Gold." he greeted as if he has said those words everyday without fail. "Did you start dinner?" She looked down at her hand and saw a thin gold wedding band, and wondered who she could have forgotten.

"No. I ... just..." she started in a daze.

"You lost track of time again." he smiled lightly. "It's alright. Let's go out tonight."

"Should we take the car?"

"No." he shook his head, and walked closer and taking her shoulder with his free hand. "You've been cooped up all day. Let's take a walk." he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Alright. Let's go." he locked the door as they left, she took hold of the arm opposite the cane, and the couple walked to granny's diner. From the moment they entered, everyone in the establishment was on edge, they eyed the the two with suspicion and fear. After ordering their food they sat in silence for awhile. "How was work today?"

"Same as everyday."

She paused, feeling like something was missing. "Does everything seem ... right to you?"

"Why what ever do you mean?" he teased.

"I just feel like something is off."

"How?"

"Just... I don't know. I feel like something isn't right. Somethings missing." she struggled to explain. Mr Gold looked his wife over and grinned as if he had solved a great mystery.

"I think I know."

"You do?" she asked hopeful.

"I believe so." he leaned in to whisper to her. "I've already started working on it."

"What are you doing?"

"Ashley Boyd is looking for someone to take some valuable merchandise off her hands. And I have made myself available to do just that." he explained delighted. "When she gives birth, I will deliver to you what has been missing from our lives."

"Oh my god! That's wonderful!"

"Did I guess right?"

"Yes that's it!" She said her memories reforming with the suggestion. "We're going to be a family?"

"Yes we are." he reached over the table and held his wife's hand. "You will have everything you ever wanted."

"And we'll be together."

"Forever."