"She looks fine to me," the nurse practitioner said. "Just get some rest, take something if you get a headache, but that's about it." She put her stethoscope around her neck and was about the leave the exam room when Jack asked the big question.

"But what about the missing days?" Jack asked.

"What?" the NP asked.

"We were flying on Friday, and now it is Monday." Jack said. "We don't remember the weekend."

The NP looked at Sam and her father. They weren't dehydrated, bruised, broken or bleeding. They didn't seem any more insane than the locals that came in drunk every single Saturday. "You know, you seem fine. If you can't remember a couple of days, perhaps it is a PTSD-like symptom, you know? You've been through a lot. Give it a few days or a week and see if your memory comes back."

Memory, Sam thought. Something about memory.

"Go home and rest. If you are still concerned after a few days, go see your local doctor," she said. With that, she left Jack and Sam alone in the room.

"Sam, I have to say, this is strange," Jack said.

"Dad, I think I'm starting to remember what happened to us," Sam confessed.

"Really?" Jack asked.

"I don't think we crashed in that field and were found two days later. I mean look at us, we're not starving, I'm really not that hungry. We must have eaten something over the weekend. Also, and I didn't want to tell anyone else, I'm wearing different socks." Sam said. She pulled up one leg of her jeans to show bright blue socks with a picture of a pug on them.

"Let's get back home," Jack said. "We can fly out of Edinburgh tonight but it will take forever to get to Bournemouth. Next week, I'll drive back up here and collect what's left of the plane from Mr. Teagarden. We can examine it closer in our hanger and see if we can find any clues. I'm sure the insurance company is going to have a field day with this one."

"Who is Mr. Teagarden?" Sam asked.

"The man that gave us a ride here. He gave me his card," Jack said as he handed Sam a card that looked very odd. It had elaborate calligraphy that seemed to shimmer, or maybe even move?

"Are you sure we have to go back right away?" Sam asked.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"I don't know," Sam said. "There is just something, something on the edge of my memory and it makes me want to stay close. I can't explain it. Could we get a place around here to stay for a couple of days? Please?"

"Well, if you are sure, I guess it couldn't hurt. The insurance company will want to check it all out, and maybe it is best if I'm here for that. Let's get a place to stay for a couple of days," Jack said.

They took a car to a place they found after searching for a nice hotel in the area. It was some kind of castle-turned-inn and as they got out of the hired car, Sam had that feeling again. A castle, with towers and a large entryway, leading to a…a great room, or hall, or the Great Hall.

"Sam!" Jack said as he steadied her again.

"I'm ok. It is a memory. I'm not sure what though," Sam said.

"You need rest," Jack said.

"I need food," Sam said with a laugh.

After dinner, Sam took a bath while her father called absolutely everyone. The insurance company, his mother who they were originally going to visit, and William back home at their local airport. He arranged for a service to come to Northumberland and pick up the plane remnants and take them home. It would cost a lot, but that didn't matter, her father had a lot of money. Sam picked up the little box of scented soap on the side of the tub. It was decorated with some fancy floral drawings, emulating a historical botanical print. On the top it said…

Pansy.