Waking up with a closet full of brand new clothes and the tags strewn across the closet was an unsettling feeling, more unsettling than the past week or so that was unexplainably blurry for Gia. She had woken up early and remembered vaguely that she had gone on a little shopping spree for herself, which would never happened.. ever. From time to time, she would take Ruthie out for new clothes or pick up something for Nate, but never would Gia buy anything for herself.. especially not such racy things. Leather leggings? Who was she, Madonna? Trying them on out of complete curiosity, Gia admired the way her legs looked in the mirror, posing once or twice. It was difficult to deny that she did look smoking hot in them.

She found the receipt neatly on the dresser with a note scribbled on it: "You can thank me later, hot stuff. - W

Who the fuck was W? And why were they buying her clothes? It wasn't just the leather leggings, which she still had on for no reason whatsoever, but low cut tops and leather jackets and a brand new collection of lingerie that was unexplained for. The closet was a disaster, unexplainable from Gia's constant and meticulous system of how things were folded and hung. Was she roofied? For an entire week, though? Last week.. the beginning of April.. Ned's birthday.

She had forgotten Ned's birthday.

They had been a part of each other's lives for longer than she could remember.. twenty-five years, to be exact, and all of a sudden she had gone and forgotten his birthday? That was a sinking feeling she just couldn't shake. Without the memories of the last week, Gia had completely forgotten his birthday. God, what kind of.. ex-wife was she? Had the kids remembered and she looked like a total piece of shit?

Running her hands through her hair, Gia felt like she would be sick. How was this possible? Maybe it was the jetlag from her trip to London finally catching up.. but that was nearly a month ago, she was over it. She really wanted a blood test for confirmation that she wasn't drugged. Deciding after a half hour of pacing back and forth and picking up the mess she had created over the past week (she really must have been drugged, because what kind of monster would spill something sticky all over the counter and not clean it up?) that she definitely needed a blood test, Gia changed into her regular safe clothes and drove faster than usual back to the lab.

It didn't take a long time for her to find one of her colleagues and convince them to run a full diagnostics test on her, just to make sure everything was in tip top shape, but really she knew that if she had been drugged, it would show up on the results. Gia was not typically a patient person, and an even worse patient patient but the relief that came with the clean results wasn't what she was hoping for. How had she missed an entire week without any real explanation? It made her sick to think that there could be something else that made her misplace the time.