<b>Mary</b><br/><br/>Staring numbly at her phone noting the date she moved to check the date online disbelieving at first -<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">a week? she lost a week?</span></i>.<br/><br/>Noting the numbers she was glad Sister Ann was following up, she knew Mary well and would be able to offer guidance - and if Mary was going mad she would make sure she was comfortable somewhere she couldn't hurt anyone.<br/><br/>The other numbers were new and she choose one to dial almost without thinking about it - only to discover that it was the man on the ground's. Examining him closer he seemed dead and removing her fingers she noted the hole<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">a hair pin?</span></span>she absently considered before the reality of the situation caught up to her.<br/><br/>Her scream was intense as she backed up from the body - someone had killed the man, possible she had done it herself. It was too much for her.<br/><br/>Fleeing the restroom and dialed the police almost babbling "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">there is a body - and I don't remember, I'm ... wait</span>" flipping open a map app she preceeded to let them know her location, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">please I think I have been drugged or was drugged - I have lost a week!</span>" almost sobbing "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">I don't know what has happened</span>".