Hello, my loves! I know I said I couldn't update until December (thank you, NaNoWriMo!), but I squeezed this in during school today.

Toby faltered. "I really don't know if I should –"

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked in a manner that emphasized her growing suspicion.

"It… When you found out, it was rather traumatic. The doctor told me to let any sort of experiences like that just come back to you on their own, or else –"

She stared at him with a vicious intensity, far different from the gaze she had applied only moments before. "You're hiding something."

"Your most recent memories of me are less than the best. I get that. But I promise, I have absolutely nothing to hide, Spencer. Especially not from you." He coaxed.

"If that was at all true, you would just tell me!" Spencer barked.

Toby reached for Spencer's hand, but she withdrew it from his reach. "Honey – I mean, Spencer, this was hard enough for you the first time. Right now, you have severe brain damage. Some things are just going to have to wait, and I'm sorry.

"Get out." Demanded his wife.

Toby bit his lip.

In that moment, Spencer went directly back to the hateful mood in which she awoke. "I married my own tormentor!"

Before he could defend himself, Spencer delivered a heavy blow to Toby's ribcage.

"I know you don't remember why," he gasped, clutching his own torso, "but I love you, and I know you feel the same way, I need you to."

"Well, I don't! I don't at all! I hate you!"

Spencer was about to push Toby to the ground when Doctor Brigg burst in, obviously frantic. "Mrs. Cavanaugh!"

Spencer lurched forth. "Don't call me that!" Her voice was now a screech.

"What's wrong here?" Brigg inquired. "Why, it wasn't long ago at all when I was just leaving here and the two of you were watching your wedding. All was going so well."

Toby stirred from his place at the foot of the bed. "You have to understand, Dr. Brigg, the last thing Spencer remembers, I was the prime suspect for the murder of her closest friend."

"Not to mention the amount of painkillers going through her right now. Toby, don't take to heart what she's said to you." Dr. Brigg reassured.

At last, Spencer rejoined the conversation. "You're putting words in my mouth! He's omitting information to me, and I'm sorry, but that is damn suspicious. "

"Spencer, you need rest." Doctor Brigg attempted.

"You don't know a single thing about what I need! I need answers, but most importantly, I need him out!" she roared.

Toby stood. "I'll go. She'll be better if I'm not around."

"Mr. Cavanaugh, it's really better for her memory that you stay." The doctor suggested.

The younger man shook his head and seemed to suppress a choke. He started to say something as he looked back to Spencer, but just turned back around when she gave him an unfriendly glare. "I just want her to be happy."

After Toby exited his wife's room, he sank into a bench.

He wouldn't go home. Just seeing her things around, pictures, textbooks still cracked open on the couch would hurt him far too much. Nevertheless, it was better than telling her the painful truth she desired.

"Toby?" A familiar voice asked.

He turned to see Hanna and Caleb wandering towards the doorway.

On their sighting, Toby almost smiled. "What are the two of you doing all the way up here?"

"We heard about Spence… Is she awake?" Hanna explained.

Toby nodded. "She is. Problem is, the last thing she remembers, it looked like it was me who killed Ali." His head fell to his hands. "God, do you know what it's like when the love of your life hates you?"

Caleb gave his friend a pat of consolation. "But her memory's coming back, right?"

"Eventually."

Hanna set her hand on the doorknob. "Look, I'm not going to sit around here twiddling my thumbs while you're out here looking outright miserable. Spencer needs one hell of a reality check."

"Hanna, don't." Toby warned.

"Why not? She needs to hear the truth!"

Toby took a moment to mull over his reasoning. "She's very fragile right now. Please, just… Let her come to terms with everything at her own pace."

The young woman nodded. "I'm assuming I'm not to mention anything about A, am I?"

"Let her suppress that memory as long as she can, Hanna."

That was short, yes, but I needed some kind of update before I disappear off the face of the earth.