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a lot more music than I remember. I exited out and touched the phone button. My first favorite contact was Ethan. My stomach clenched. My second contact was E Work. Well, I guess that answered that question. I obviously call him a lot. I kept scrolling. Carrie, Nigel, Mom, Elisa, Candace. I didn’t know any Elisa or Candace. Total blank. I exited back out. I didn’t want to look through my phone anymore. It was alien to me. It’s all alien to me.
      I dug around my purse. Ah, my wallet. Hmm, it’s a really nice wallet if I do say so myself. I snapped it open and the first thing I saw was my driver’s license. I had taken a new picture. I looked like a dork. Great. Credit card, credit card, library card, wow, they changed up the library cards. I opened the money compartment. Fourteen dollars and some change. That’s about right; I guess I’m not rich in my new life. That sucks. I closed my wallet and dove back into the bag. TicTacs, hairbrush, three pens, grocery store receipts, keys, Tylenol, a scratch off lottery ticket, hey, I won three bucks, cool. That’s it. Nothing to make me have a revelation. I grabbed the box of mints and shook a few into my mouth before tossing the bag aside.
      I sat there, wallowing in self-pity until a nurse walked in. This was a new nurse, but she seemed friendly enough.
      “How are you feeling this morning, Juliet?” She knew my name. Duh, of course she did, it’s on my chart.
      “Pretty good,” I responded. “I still don’t remember anything.” I figured I had better get that out there first thing. Maybe there was something they could do for me today.
      “Don’t try to force it, it will come when it’s ready,” she said wisely, as if she gets patients with amnesia several times a week.
      “Yeah, that’s what they say.” I chewed up my Tic-tac’s while she disconnected the pulse monitor from my finger. “When do I get to leave?”
      “Well, first you can eat some breakfast, and then I’m sure the doctor is going to want to have a look at you. Do you have someone coming to pick you up?”
      “Yes.” I remembered Ethan would be here to take me home. I never spoke to him after he left yesterday afternoon, so I didn’t know what time he’d get here. I should call him. Maybe I’d wait until later. I didn’t know what time I’d be released.
      She left and I went to brush my teeth, the mints weren’t helping my morning breath. I turned on the light and gasped.
      The side of my head was bruised down to my cheek. It looked much worse than yesterday. I lightly touched all around the lump. It only hurt when I pressed near my temple. Luckily it didn’t feel as bad as it looked.
      After cleaning my teeth, I pulled my hair back with a brown scrunchie so that it didn’t look like a squirrels nest.
      I crawled back into the bed and used the remote to make the back of it move up higher. When I was propped up, I looked around for something to do. Television was out. The thought of turning it on and watching some inane early morning show was loathsome. I searched around for something to read. There were no magazines or books, not even the newspaper from yesterday. What I wouldn’t give for a computer right now. At least I could waste some time surfing the web. I gave up trying to occupy myself and closed my eyes while I waited for the breakfast tray. At least that would give me something to do. I heard a strange melody. It was coming from my purse. Ooh, my phone.
      I snatched it up and a picture of Ethan was staring back at me. I wasn’t ready for this, but I answered the call anyway.
      “Hello?” I answered hesitatingly.
      “Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?” He sounded happy for seven thirty in the morning.
      “Um, I’m feeling better. I still don’t remember anything, though.”
      He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Oh.” He put a lot of disappointment into that one word.
      “Carrie said you were coming to