Ashley arched her back, somehow during the night she had gone from a sitting position to laying on the ground. Pain shot through her body as well as a blast of cold air, opening her eyes she saw she was alone in the room. Wiping sleep from her eyes she made her way down stairs, stopping she smiled. Spencer was sitting on the couch with her legs underneath watching cartoons, giggling when ever Jerry pulled a fast one on Tom.

“Morning cartoons?” Spencer jumped and spun her head around, a frown creased her features.

“Who….who are you?” she said in a small voice, eyes darting back and forth.

“What do you mean?” Ashley asked taking the last couple of steps into the living room; Spencer shot of the couch and stood behind the coffee table, “Spencer?”

“You know my name,” Spencer asked rubbing her tired eyes and yawning.

“Girl’s breakfast,” Arthur called from the kitchen. Spencer ran in and hugged him with Ashley on her tail, “Good morning to you to…” He kissed the top of her head.

“Where’s mommy?” Arthur tilted his head; he hadn’t heard his daughter call Paula that for a long time.

“She left last night remember?” she shook her head no as she sat in a chair.

“Did she go home?”

“Mr. C…”

“Ashley morning, you sleep well?”

“Daddy you know her,” Spencer looked between her father and the brunette in the door way.

“Of course I know her, are you okay?” Arthur wondered, his daughter was acting funny.

“I’m hungry…” she changed the subject.

“Spencer go get dressed,” Arthur pointed toward the stairs.

“Why, I all ways eat in my pajamas?” a stern glare from her father made her jump up and run out of the room.

Ashley sat down, “Maybe you should go get dressed as well, I’m taking her back to the doctors.” Arthur smiled cleaning up the breakfast he made that no one was going to get to eat.

 Spencer ran back in a minute later, “I don’t know where my clothes are.”

Ashley and Arthur stared at her in confusion, “In your room honey.”

“My room is at our house,” Spencer stated.