"Mine?" I squealed. "I'm married?"

"No!" Church said, alarmed at my tone of voice. "No, of course not! Your fiancé wouldn't want to marry you while you're in a coma, for goodness sakes!"

I stared at him, my jaw hanging open.

"I—I'm engaged?"

Church nodded slowly.

"Who—to whom?"

"Listen, Ellen, he told me explicitly that if there were something wrong with you, he wanted you to see him yourself. After hearing about the amnesia, his request hasn't changed."

"Oh, come on, Leonard. Seriously?"

"I promised him, Ellen. I'm sure you'll recognize him when you see him tonight."

I huffed in frustration. "Fine."

"Listen, Ellen," Church continued, changing the subject. "I was thinking that we might be able to stop by St. Mary's on the way home."

"Who?"

Church watched me patiently. "St. Mary's, the church. One of the priests there is an old family friend, and he's been pretty worried about you."

"Uh… okay," I said hesitantly.

When we reached the church, we stepped inside. It was empty except for a figure near the altar cleaning tediously.

We approached the priest and I recognized the man.

"What the—" I stammered, and he looked up, smiling calmly at us. "You're a priest?"

"Well, look who decided to join us again," Tucker said kindly, no evidence of swagger or seduction in his voice. "Welcome back, Ellen."

I just couldn't stop staring at him.

"You—you gave up an eternity without women?"

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Ellen, I was called to this profession, and so I will carry out my vocation."

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. Tucker devoting himself to a life without getting laid? No. No freaking way.

Church glared at me. "Ellen, don't be impolite."

I stopped abruptly, utterly tempted to laugh again. Church telling me not to be impolite?

"I'm sorry, Father Tucker," I said. Holy shit. Father Tucker.

Then, something occurred to me.

"Wait…" I said slowly, addressing Tucker. "If—if you—" I stopped, frowning. "Who the hell is my fiancé?"

Church and Tucker were both staring at me, and my face reddened in embarrassment.

"Uh…" I backtracked. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Maybe you should take her home," Tucker said to Church gently. "She's had to undergo much. She needs some rest."

Church nodded and turned to me.

"Time to go, Ellen," he said, walking back out of the church. "See you later, Father."

"Goodbye," Tucker replied seriously, his eyes trained on me worriedly.

I bid him goodbye and turned away, walking back out of the church with my supposed brother. As we made our way back, my eye was drawn to a figure sitting quietly in the back pew. It was the same man whom I had seen in the parking lot of the hospital; he was watching me calmly in his suit, his face impassive.

I definitely didn't know this man. He continued to stare as I passed, and I tried not to frown as I looked away from him. Maybe it was just a coincidence that I had seen him again.

Once we were back in the car, I picked up the conversation again.

"You know, Ch—Leonard," I said as he drove away from the parish. "Haven't I missed a lot of work since I've been gone?"

"Yes, you have," Church replied. "Everyone's been waiting for you to come back."

"My boss too?" I said hopefully. "The Chairman?"

"The Chairman?" he asked. "No, Ellen, he's the CEO. I don't think he'd call himself a silly title like that."

I fell silent again, thinking. "Leo, where do I work?"

"The Bingle headquarters. You know, the gaming company?"

I stared at him. He had to be kidding me.

"Yeah, and what do I do there?"

"You work for Accounting."

Accounting? How boring.

"Um, when can I go back?"

Church shrugged. "Whenever you feel up to it, I guess. All your coworkers and your boss know what happened, and they're ready to help you integrate into the job again. Don't worry, you aren't unemployed."

That was the least of my problems at the moment.

"Um… Leo?" I asked warily, knowing this was going to sound crazy. "Where exactly is the… you know…" I laughed nervously. "How far are we from the CIA Headquarters?"

Church looked at me strangely. "Why on Earth would you want to know that?"

"I—I'm just curious."

"I don't know, Ellen. It's on the other side of the country."

My heart sank.

"So… I don't work for the CIA, then?" I asked, wincing as I did so.

Church frowned. "Ellen, I know this is really hard for you to grasp, but if you start making things up, I'm going to get really worried. What did you think you were, a spy or something? That you traveled to other planets and reconciled enemies and discovered secret illegal operations?"

…

"No."

"Good. I'm just… surprised at you. You're really not the type to join some sort of secret service at all."

Right. I decided to change the subject. "Are we almost there?"

Church turned into a parking lot at that very moment, and I looked outside to see a tall apartment building.

"Yep. Here we are."

We entered the apartment building and made our way to the eleventh floor. It didn't look familiar in the least. I had never lived or even stepped foot in this place before.

When we entered my apartment—number 11-11, much to my irritation— I encountered a comfortable living area with a single bedroom, kitchen, and all the necessary bells and whistles to a well-loved apartment. Church was watching me expectantly, but I kept my face emotionless as we strode inside.

"Do you remember now?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head, wracking my brains. Never had I seen this furniture, taken these pictures, or decorated these walls. I was a stranger in my own home.

I faced the apartment, really struggling not to panic now. This couldn't be my life. Not really. I could remember everything about myself. My childhood, attending high school, going to college, joining the CIA. Working at Project Freelancer. Transferring to Blood Gulch. It was clear as a bell in my mind. I knew my family. My real name. My real life.

This wasn't it.

Church watched me as I explored the area. I ripped open a closet, and it was filled with clothing, most of which were my characteristic shade of blue. At least this was familiar.

In the bedroom, I continued hunting around. I obviously lived here with someone else—the large bed easily fit two people and I could see the indentations in the mattress that two bodies had imprinted. After perusing the bathroom, I discovered some Axe and Gillette shaving cream.

…That meant that I lived with a man.

Oh… shit. my fiancé.

I went back to the bedroom, looking for another closet. If all of my clothes were the color of my armor, then all of his clothes were too. That would be indication enough of his identity.

"Hey, Ellen?" Church called hesitantly before I could locate any male clothing. "Do you want to go and see your neighbors now? That might help you. They're all worried."

"Are they all my friends?" I asked.

Church nodded. "Yes, you've become quite close to them. Come on, I'll show you."

I didn't really want to meet a bunch of new people, but I was afraid saying no would make Church even more worried about me.

"All right. Let's go."