[i][color=bc8dbf]Did we sleep together?[/color][/i]

Elise had been watching the woman as she all but scurried across the floor, away from the bed. The girl's wide eyes and panicked expression must have mirrored her own, and it took a few moments for her words to process. Sleep together...Elise's eyes widened, if it was possible. She didn't know...she had no memory of it, or anything that had happened to her in...she didn't even know how long. Elise's eyes flickered down and she saw, with relief that she was still fully clothed, and her hand clutched the soft material of the sundress she was wearing. What kind of people spent the night together and woke up still in their clothes? Sure that meant that they...that they hadn't...

[color=00aeef]"I, uh, I don't think we did,"[/color] Elise started to say, but the other woman had already speaking again. Some of what she said made little sense to Elise, but she did understand when the woman asked if she had drugged her. [color=00aeef]"What? No...no, I would never."[/color] She knew she couldn't remember, but Else also knew herself, and she knew that she would never do that sort of thing, not even if she had gotten drunk.

She wasn't entirely sure if the other woman had heard her though. She was still speaking, and by the time she was finished she seemed almost in danger of crying. Elise looked at her, her lips parted slightly as she tried to think of what to say. What could she say in a situation like this? Two people, strangers, waking up in the same bed with no memory of how they met or how they had got there or of anything that had happened to them in... How long had it been? One night? One week? Elise had no idea.

[color=00aeef]"I can't remember anything, either,"[/color] Elise confessed to the woman. She was still on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and trying to make herself small as possible. [color=00aeef]"I don't know who you are, or how we met, or where we are, or how we got here. I don't know how long we've been here, or what day it is, or if I still even have a job. I can't even really remember the last thing I was doing before waking up here. So...if you were drugged...I must have been drugged, too."[/color] That was a terrifying thought. If someone had drugged the two of them...what had they done to them? And were they coming back?"

[color=00aeef]"My name's Elise."[/color] Perhaps knowing each other's names might jog some memories. [color=00aeef]"What's yours?"[/color]