She let it go and decided that she needed to find out what was going on. She saw a silk robe; and it looked like it was her size, so she took it and put it on. Her lean frame fit into it perfectly. The girl walked out the bathroom and was in awe; she stood on three steps that led to a bedroom you would die for. Oak paneling, expensive art work, and everything nice and neat. In the middle of the huge room was a nicely and neatly made king size bed; with a purple comforter; a red dress laid on it. It was silk and had a slit going diagonally down. It appeared as if it had been set out for her; after the shower. The girl walked over to it and ran a hand down it to see if anything came to mind. Nothing.

     Noticing a window, she walked over to it. Perhaps the view would jog a few marbles. She opened the thick drapes that matched the purple pattern comforter and was surprised to see it dawning. The sky was turning a reddish hue, how long had I been in that shower? She mused. The area was rural, nothing but grounds and trees. She tried again to remember, but still. Nothing.

     She was going to walk away, when she glanced down at the dresser. On it there was a notepad and a pen. She read the note carefully; maybe, this was a clue to her identity.

                                                                 Spence,

                                                    _______________________________________

                                          Last nite was great.

                                              As Always,

                                                         I love you    

                                                           Ash

     "’Ash’?" She picked up the pen, "am I Ash?" She tried to copy the words down, but the penmanship was different; not one letter matched.  She scratched the words out and put the pen back down and said out loud. "I guess, I’m Spence, then." She studied the words. It was true, she did get laid, and he loved her apparently, too bad she couldn’t say the same. All she cared about right now is figuring out what happened.

     She went to another dresser, one with a long mirror and six drawers. If she was Spence and she lived there, then there had to be clothes for her to wear. She opened the first drawer and found white night clothes all neatly folded, she thought about digging clothes out, but then went to the next drawer, now it was just a matter of selection; but this one had just about the same as the first, all the clothes were white. She opened the third drawer and took a sharp intake. She gasped when the dresser drawer slid silently open to display a glass case, it had an inlay of number for a code. It also had a light that blinked, locked and the one beside it said, unlocked.