”I looked at my own phone again, no signal. “Shit. Would it be possible to stay here for the night?”“I’m sure we can…”“Of course, you ...an sleep on the couch.”Alice interrupted her husband as she came back into the living room holding a tray with cups of tea and an unopened bottle of whiskey and glasses. She put the tray on the coffee table and handed me a cup of tea. Then she started to put some whiskey in the glasses.“It’s not how we planned our wedding night, but…”“Your wedding night?!” That. When I was through, I thought I had a pretty good memory I could share that didn't mention anything about a past life.While I was working on creating my new memory, questions kept coming to mind, but most of the answers seemed to lie with my grandmother, or in the future. The most serious one was why someone wanted me dead. And did they want Nicky dead as well?I heard the door open and Nurse Sydney came in carrying a tray."Good! I see you're awake," she said happily.I smiled at her. I don't. "I make the call on the intercom, and Linus finally asks, "What are you working on?"I grin at Linus and explain, "Stacy Summers placed a Trojan horse virus on our computer system, so I just uploaded pictures of our wedding and honeymoon to aggravate her."Linus suggests, "Did you try to decompile it to change its function?"I grimace and reply, "Natch, but every time I try to decompile it the blasted virus morphs."Linus responds, "Too bad I'm going to be busy with the team otherwise I'd crack. "Well I knew a few of those sorts of tales, some of them even suitable for the ears of delicate young maidens. From the sour looks of her pimpled older brother sulking in the corner next to her, the only tale about Princesses he would like to hear would involve her later bedchamber activities. Or the forcible carrying off and later ravishment of helpless scantily clad young maidens at the hands of a fierce and brutal warrior, who would bend his helpless (and unclothed) victims to his ever.