Elena woke up on the white apartment alone. Despite only remembering being with Tyler moment's ago in the living room, she was in her bed.
Elena felt drunk. She didn't remember drinking—but maybe she had? Her memories felt jumbled and out of focus.
She tried to get out of the bed, stumbling as she did. In her efforts, she ended up getting her feet stuck in her bed sheets and tumbled to the floor.
Elena squinted, trying to focus. What was she trying to do again?
Right, get out of bed. Well, she had done that. What was next?
From the ceiling's speakers, a familiar male voice rang out.
"Hello, my dearest wife Elena," he greeted cheerfully. "How are you liking your new present?"
Elena blinked. She didn't remember getting a present from anyone recently. And who was talking over the speak
