The day didn't begin until the afternoon for Sam and Tom, and it was late afternoon at that. Zoe had forced herself up at around 10am and made a point of moaning about them being lazy. Naturally they both ignored this, too intent on finding something to eat, but unfortunately Zoe appeared oblivious to the fact no one was listening to her.

"…You've worked longer shifts than that car journey and have still been expected back a couple of hours later. I never expected two doctors to be so lazy!"

"I don't remember ever working…" Sam reminded her pointedly.

"True…" Zoe admitted, "But that's still no excuse!"

"Zoe do us both a favour and shut it." Tom said firmly, apparently grouchy from oversleeping,

"Touchy touchy…" Zoe muttered under her breath.

"Zoe! Shut up!"

After deciding that they wanted something a little more substantial than toast Tom called a pizza delivery service. Fifteen minutes later they were all sitting on the sofa eating pizza, including Zoe despite the fact she had just eaten. After eating a couple of slices each everyone seemed more awake and relaxed, particularly Tom in Sam's eyes. Zoe decided now was the time to move on to the serious conversation.

"Have you got any idea what you are going to do with that money?" She asked.

"No clue. When's mark collecting his cheque?"

"He said he'll be round tomorrow." Zoe replied.

"I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that I'm a millionaire. A £30 million millionaire." Sam said in a stunned voice.

"So am I," Zoe admitted, "You would never have to work again."

"What am I going to do instead? Sit around here 24/7 or move into a mansion? No thanks!" Sam replied, brushing the idea away.

"Good! Because you're a valuable member of my ED even without all your marbles." Zoe said with a wink.

"Oi!" Sam said with a grin.

"But seriously…. What are you going to do?" Tom asked.

"I really wish I knew. Maybe I could donate it to a charity?" Sam suggested.

"Or you could have a look at getting some therapy, see if that would get your memory back." Zoe suggested.

"After that psychiatrist? No thanks!" Sam said loudly.

"Sam it wouldn't be like that. There are a re lot of things we can try like small procedures or finding old photos and creating a timeline of memories and…"

"'Small procedures?' You are not cutting into my brain," Sam said flatly, "End of discussion."

"It would only involve cutting-" Began Tom.

"End of discussion." Sam repeated in a tone which warned them not to cross her.

"But it wouldn't-"

"I said END of discussion!" Sam shouted.

…

Soon after the discussion was ended Sam retreated back into her room and didn't come at all in the following half an hour. A gentle knock at her door from a worried Tom roused her from her thoughts, which surprisingly had nothing to do with the previous conversation.

"I was never traditional." Sam stated as soon as she opened the door.

"Er.. What?" Tom asked as he stepped past her and into the room.

"I didn't go the whole dating route with school boyfriends; we just kind of... clicked and hung out 24/7" Sam clarified.

"Uh.. That may have worked in secondary school but we're in the real world now so…" Tom began.

"I still don't want to date." Sam replied, "Even though I did with Dylan, we used to go out every weekend."

"Why not if you did it with… Dylan… Wait what?!" Tom exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders.

"What?" Sam said defensively, shrugging his hands off.

"You said you hated him when you were at school with him."

"Yeah I did. This was later." Sam replied, still confused.

"Later as in… within the last ten years?" Tom said as the excitement in his voice reached a fever pitch.

"Yeah... so?"

"Zoe, get in here!" Tom shouted towards the door.

"What?" Zoe asked impatiently after she also entered the room, "I'm trying to clean up the mess you two left in the kitchen."

"She's remembering!" Tom said excitedly.

"Remembering what?" Sam asked, still confused.

"Sam you said you hated Dylan over ten years ago but dated him within the last decade! You're remembering parts of your life and you don't even realize it!" Tom shouted.

Sam stared at him and then moved her shocked expression to Zoe. How was she remembering things and not realizing it?

…

You're all getting closer but no one's got it right!

I will update again in the next few days, I'm not sure when exactly because I'm supposed to have a school trip tomorrow and the heat is making me ill!