“Glad to have you back, Adam. And who are all these beautiful girls with you?”

“Never mind, Steve. What’s happened to my house?!”

“What house? Oh, this house! Nothing, I just threw a couple of parties. Nothing big.”

“Where are Karin and David?”

“Oh, they’re at Laura’s house.”

“Steve, get out of here! I don’t care where you go, just get out of here!”

“Fine, if you want to be that way.” He said, leaving.

“Everyone, sorry about the mess, please follow me upstairs and I’ll give you a room, until we figure out where you live.” I directed them upstairs, where I gave them each a room. Stacey went in with Tracy to keep her calm. I went to the phone. “Hello, Laura?”

“Yes, Adam. It’s so good to hear your voice. Is Noah there?”

“Yes, are Karin and David there?”

“Yes.”

“Can you send them back? We have a lot of work to do.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks. Bye.” I hung up. I then called Aaron, my psychiatrist friend. He promised to take a look at Tracy. All three arrived at approximately the same time. Karin, David, and I went to work cleaning the house, while Aaron went upstairs to see Tracy, and the rest of the girls went shopping.

A little while later, Aaron came down and we talked in the living room. “This was some serious brainwashing. She was programmed to kill her dearest friend. I’ve got that out of her, but she doesn’t seem to remember much about you.”

“Is there any hope . . .”

“. . .that she will regain her memory? Yes, but it will take time. You must show her how much you love her.”

“I’ll try.” I said.

“That’s all any of us can do. I must go. Take care.” I waved to him as he exited. I went upstairs to see what was left of her. I pushed open the door, but Stacey put her finger to her mouth to warn me not to speak. Tracy was asleep. I exited and went to finish cleaning up. Supper came and went. That night around eight, the phone rang.

“It’s for you!” Karin called. I went and took the phone from Karin

“Hello?”

“Hello, Adam. This is Mrs. Foster. Somehow or another they’ve talked me into doing a play for your old college.”

“That’s great!”

“What’s so great about it? They’re doing Singin’ in the Rain, but unfortunately, they don’t have enough guys.”

“And?”

“And, I was wondering if you would come and fill in for a part I’m missing.”

“I’d be glad to. By the way, do you need four more girls?”

“Not really.”

“Oh. When would you like me to be there?”

“Auditions are tomorrow at 6:30 PM.”

“Thanks.” I replied. We terminated our phone conversation, just as Tricia entered the house. She flew to me, wrapping her arms around me.