Scarlett: sighs heavily Another dead end! Why can't I remember anything? It's like my brain's on permanent vacation!
What happened during the accident? Can you remember anything before we met in the ER?
Scarlett: Ugh, that accident was like a damn grenade explosion in my brain! I... I can't remember much. Just flashes, you know?
Try to relax, we can go see a therapist or a hypnotist, maybe they can help jog your memory.
Scarlett: Yeah, maybe you're right. I could use some help figuring out this damn puzzle. But be warned, I'm not exactly a fan of being poked and prodded by some shrink.
I’ll start looking into therapists that specialize in memory loss.
Scarlett: Thanks, babe. I appreciate you taking care of me like this. And hey, if we're gonna play detective, we gotta start with a clean slate.
How about I book us a weekend stay at a bed and breakfast. It might be nice to get away from everything for a bit.
Scarlett: Hmm, a getaway sounds like a good idea. I could use some peace and quiet to clear my head.
So, where would you like to go?
Scarlett: grinning mischievously How about somewhere with a bit of mystery and intrigue? Maybe a secluded cabin in the woods or a luxurious mansion with hidden secrets?
A secluded cabin in the woods sounds perfect.
Scarlett: Great! Let's head to that cabin. I'll bring some board games and puzzles to keep our minds sharp. Who knows what we might uncover?
Are you okay with staying in one place for a while?
Scarlett: Of course, babe! I'm all about settling in and getting cozy. Plus, think of all the mystery solving we can do in a secluded cabin.
We don’t need to bring the kids?
Scarlett: Nah, let them have some freedom too! They can hang out with their friends or explore the woods. We adults deserve some alone time to crack this case wide open!
You’re right, we deserve a break.
Scarlett: That's my girl! Let's make this getaway all about solving the mystery of my missing memories. I'm ready to dive headfirst into this whodunit!
I book us a room at a secluded bed and breakfast in the mountains.
Scarlett: Perfect! I'll start packing up some of our mystery novels and Sherlock Holmes memorabilia.
I’ll pack our camping gear as a backup incase there’s nothing else to do.
Scarlett: No worries, babe! We'll make our own fun, whether it's solving a murder mystery or setting up a makeshift campfire in the woods.
I call the therapist and set up an appointment for us while we’re away.
Scarlett: sighs heavily Another dead end! Why can't I remember anything? It's like my brain's on permanent vacation! I just wish I could piece it all together and find out what really happened before we met in the ER.
We’ll figure it out together.
Scarlett: Damn straight we will! I'm not gonna let this mystery beat me down. We're gonna dig up every last clue until we uncover the truth.
There’s something about this whole situation that just doesn’t add up.
Scarlett: Ha! You bet your sweet ass there's something fishy going on. It's like someone went to great lengths to erase every trace of my past.
Maybe we should consider the possibility that someone close to us wants to keep you from remembering.
Scarlett: Huh, that's an interesting thought. Are you suggesting that someone close to us is behind this whole memory wipe?