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      Still, there has got to be something that’s so horrible my mind can’t handle it. If Carrie doesn’t know what happened, who could I ask? Okay, I needed to calm down. I might wake up in the morning with my memories intact. I was stressing myself out for nothing. Everything would be fine in the morning. I just needed to get through tonight.
      “The doctor is springing me tomorrow. Is there any way you can get me some clothes to go home in? I don’t know where my clothes are. I don’t even know what I was wearing when I came here last night.”
      “I’m way ahead of you. I packed you jeans and a tee shirt, and Ethan said your sneakers and a hoodie are in the closet.” She walked over to the little cupboard to check. “Yep, and I guess this is what you were wearing when you were admitted.” She lifted up a plastic bag that I could see clothing through.
      “Okay, good. I hate to ask, but could you come pick me up tomorrow? I didn’t drive here so I don’t have wheels.”
      “Uh, I think Ethan is coming to get you. At least that’s what the plan was, but if you want me to pick you up I will.” She walked back over to the bed and sat back down. “Whatever you need.”
      “Oh, well if he’s already planning to come, I guess that will be all right.” I would probably be fine in the morning and want to have my boyfriend pick me up. Or at least Carrie’s brother. I mean, I would accept a ride from him if my car broke down and he was the only person I could get in touch with. Yeah, it would be okay.
      Carrie looked at her watch and groaned. “I need to get home and get ready for the Jameson christening tomorrow. I still have the commemorative photo boxes to finish.” She made a face. “The kid is only two months old, how many important photos could he have?” She shook her head and stood up. “Is there anything else I can get for you before I leave?”
      “No, I’m just going to shower and go to sleep. Thanks for coming by to visit and bringing me all this.”
      “My pleasure. You get a good night’s rest, and I’ll come by your house tomorrow after the christening. Love you.” She leaned over to hug me and left.
      Well, I guess I’ll just do what I said, shower and sleep. This crazy day would probably be a funny story after I got my memory back tomorrow. I hope.

Chapter Four

      I opened my eyes slowly. I knew I was still in the hospital because I had had a horrible night. I never appreciated the amount of noise and constant activity that went on here. My head only had a dull ache, mostly due to the fact that I’m a side sleeper and I woke up on my right side, my injury side.
      The room was still semi-dark. There was only gray light filtering through the window where the sliding curtain was left unfastened. I could hear the early morning bustle of the nurses down the hallway. I didn’t want to face the day because I immediately realized that my memory had not returned. I was still a twenty nine year old chef in a thirty two year old blogger’s body.
      My heart started pounding again. Crap but that was getting old. I was going to be going home in a few hours if everything checked out. I needed to get it together.
      I focused on my orange purse lying on the chair next to the bed. I still hadn’t gone through it like I planned to last night. Maybe it would trigger something and my mind would fast forward to the present. It was worth a try.
      I hoisted myself into a seated position, relieved to notice no dizziness, and reached over for my bag. The first thing I spotted was my phone. I guess it was my phone, but it didn’t have any buttons, it was smooth and lit up with pictures. Holy crap! I have an iPhone! These suckers are like four hundred bucks. Why on earth would I spend that much on a phone? I’m not one of those people who get some brand new device just because it’s cool.
      I touched the iPod picture and scrolled down the play lists. I have