“It’s good to see you back!” She stated.

“Why you’re a sight for sore eyes. Come; sit over here on the couch.” I showed her over to there, and we sat down.

“How’s Tracy?”

“She’s sleeping right now. She’s been deprogrammed, but she can’t remember me.”

“Ooo, that’s going to be rough, we still haven’t got anything on the B&O. I’ve got their record books, and so far everything’s legitimate.”

“Well, keep looking. There’s gotta be something somewhere. What’s today?”

“Tuesday.”

“Oh. We’ve gotta be at Tracy’s neighbor’s apartment tomorrow to stop this horrible cycle.”

“Check.” She said. We talked for a while, then she left, and I went to bed.

That night, I dreamed of Tracy coming into my room with a dagger positioned over my chest. I woke up in shock to find nothing there. This reprogramming had me on edge. I couldn’t get to sleep all that night.

The next morning, most of the girls found where they lived, were deprogrammed, and after a lot of thanks, bid me farewell. They returned to their husbands, boyfriends, family, and jobs. I on the other hand, had a task yet to be accomplished. The Case of the Disappearing Damsel in Distress was not over yet! Not by a long shot! That day I went inside Tracy’s room, where Stacey was still extending her watch care over her. Tracy was up and dressed. I complemented her on her clothes, and offered my arm to her. She cordially took it and we went downstairs for breakfast.

Stacey and I finished early, and went into the living room to talk. “She doesn’t remember much.” Stacey commented. “You must keep her with you, where ever you go. Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“I understand. How long do you think it will take?”

“Weeks– maybe months. The important thing is prayer. God is the only one who can bring back her memory.” She left, and I returned to the table. This would be a difficult experience for me. I questioned myself if I was ready for it. That day we spent mostly chatting making small talk. I talked about the past, and she kept saying that she didn’t remember it. We ate lunch. I became more and more fatigued.

That afternoon, the most discouraging news came to me. The phone rang, and Karin called me once again. “Adam! The B&O is closing down!”

“What?!?”

“Yes, that means that if there is something going on, we’ll never find it.”

“Send Noah down right away. Tell him to get every last bit of information he can. Where they’re going, why they’re closing, the works!”

“Right away.” I hung up. Just as I thought I had solved this mystery, it had thrown me “into the fire!” Dinner came and went. It was time for the play rehearsal. I dressed in my trench coat, with a polo-shirt and dress pants underneath. Tracy dressed in a blouse and skirt, along with a long blue coat. I escorted her to the car, and we went to the college.