When Susan woke up from her "coma," she discovered a huge amount of money in her bank account. Officially, this money came from her insurance. In truth, but she did not know it, it was a compensation from the government for having brainwashed her without her authorization. Derek was delighted to spend Susan's money, especially since he had luxury tastes andhe didn't earn much yet. Susan had paid a lot of bills, the house in Brooklyn and the first class tickets for New-York.

"I wish our honeymoon would start like this." Susan said, admiring the landscape through the porthole.

Derek sighed and took a sip of champagne.

"We'll have to start all over again: the cake, the costumes fitting, the choice of music... what a nuisance!"

"But, baby, it's our marriage!" Susan exclaimed. "I know that the first wasn't a success..."
"Who's to blame?" Derek mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Unlike Susan, he had not forgotten anything. Especially the hovering she had done to him when she was Ginormica. It was so much more enjoyable to find the loving and naive Susan. The government had a great idea when they wash-brained her. Derek promised himself to vote for them in the next election.

"You're right, Baby." He said, with a sickly smile. "This marriage will go to the end and will be perfect."

"Do you think you'll find time for a little honeymoon?" Susan implored him.

"I don't know... my new job is going to take a lot of my time."

"Just a week. Paris is even more wonderful than we imagine! I remember exceptional pastries… and the fountains, the art, the music… Oh! And this nice restaurant chef who invited us on a particular terrace! "

"Uh... Susan, you've never been to Paris before."

Susan's eyes widened as she realized Derek was right. She wanted to plunge her head in her hands. Another false memory of which Dr. Smith had spoken, but it seemed so sweet...

After clearing Paris of the giant snail, General Monger's team of monsters decided to extend their holidays in the French capital. However, Susan was a little disappointed not to be able to fully enjoy it because of her giant size. Fortunately, thanks to Dr. Cockroach's research on the Quantonium (and a drop of stolen from the military base Hyperium that earned him a week without legos), she was able to shrink without losing her powers and enjoy the city of her dreams. Well, they remained quite discreet and avoided walking in broad daylight. Thanks to General Monger's relations, they could visit the museums at night. Susan was more playful than Bob, more energetic than Link and crazier than Cockroach. She went more shopping than a movie star and cried in front of the Mona Lisa.

One night, Bob, Susan, Dr. Cockroach and Link were invited to dinner at a famous Parisian restaurant they had saved from the giant snail.Dr. Cockroach was the most moved by this invitation. Before his transformation, he often went to sophisticated places. The restaurant's architecture was both original and elegant: it was bird cages, connected by suspension bridges of ivy. The three male monsters were on the highest cage, so as not to be seen by other customers. Dr. Cockroach repeatedly rebuffed his friends about their behavior:

"Link, do not put your feet on the table!" The insect-man said, tapping on his friend's fins with the menu card. "For God's sake, it looks like you were raised in prehistory."

"Dud, I WAS raised in prehistory!" The missing link riposted. He was looking at the forks lined up beside his plate, wondering what it was for.

"Bob, don't eat your tie!" Dr. Cockroach rushed to the blue gelatinous mass, but too late. The tie was already in his belly. Bob looked at his friend without understanding: "Why did you give it to me if it wasn't to eat it?"

"You should have worn it!" Dr. Cockroach struck his forehead with his hand. "People wear elegant clothes when they go to posh places!"

"That's why you look like a cockroach-penguin?" Link laughed.

Indeed, Dr C had for once left his white blouse, his tweed pants and his turtleneck sweater for an elegant white tuxedo. "It's a dinner jacket, you barbarian!" Dr. Cockroach exclaimed, constantly tapping on Bob's hand who wanted to touch his black bow tie.

"Boys, please, don't argue." Susan's sweet voice interrupted them. They raised their heads and Dr. Cockroach had the impression that he was the one who had been struck by a meteorite: Susan had her white hair in a low bun and was wearing a beautiful black cocktail dress and gloves. Link hissed: "Okay, NOW, I understand why people like to dress up for dinner! Susan, you look dashing! Does she, Doc?"

Dr. Cockroach didn't listen. He immediately stood up, as politeness required, to welcome the only female member of their group. But he was so amazed he got up too fast and hit his legs against the table, knocking over the glasses. Link let out a small sneer: Poor guy, literally tough on the outside with his shell and soft on the inside with his sentimental heart. His little secret, more precious than his science was reflected in his face right now. He rushed and pulled Susan's chair so she could sit down. "Here, my dear... please..." The young woman was blushing, she really liked hiscourteous manners.

"So..." Link spoke again once they were all seated. "How exactly does Hyperium work?"

Susan pulled out of her cleavage a long and discreet golden chain at the end of which was hung a shining pebble. "That's the Hyperium." She said. "As long as my skin is in contact with this jewel, I can control the Quantonium."

"It's awesome!" Bob exclaimed. "You have the car and you can eat it too!"

"Bob, the exact phrase is: you have the cake and you can eat it too." Dr. Cockroach corrected, but the Blob looked confused: "Where's a cake?"

"Well, Susan, don't lose your necklace." Link joked, pointing to the suspension on which they were sitting. "I don't think this birdcage would support the weight of a 50-foot giant."

Susan burst out laughing. Dr. Cockroach leaned his huge insect head on his hand, looking dreamily at the woman next to him. Susan noticed that Dr. C stared at her and she gave him a beautiful smile, thanking him silently for helping her to realize her dream. The doctor, already under the charm, now had the impression of drowning in her blue eyes. He woke up suddenly and cleared his throat:

"Well, it's time to order, I'm intrigued by the Spécialité française du Chef."

"Me too." Susan said. "I think I'll order that."

"I hope it's fish-based." Link added.

"By the way, guys..." Bob asked. "What happened to the giant snail once we exploded it?"

"Yuck! Bob, are we forced to talk about this during the dinner?" Susan had a disgusted expression. She needed three showers to get rid of all the drooling snail.

"Actually, it's a good question." Link intervened. "What did General Monger do with such a huge carcass?"

"I heard he sold it." Dr. Cockroach said.

"Sold?" Link chuckled. "Who would want to buy the carcass of a giant snail?"

Suddenly caught in a frightful doubt, Susan, Link and Dr. Cockroach looked down at their menu cards and the inscription "Spécialité française du Chef".

"I think I'll order a steak."

"For me it will be a cucumber soup."

"Same!"

Susan looked at her new living room with a sad sigh. Okay, it matched in every way the house of his dreams. Except that in her dreams, Derek helped her unpack their cartons, would be present for cleaning and wondering what photos would go on the chimney and which ones would go on the shelf. But her fiance had only visited the bathroom to cool off and left to discover the premises of his new job. He had not even suggested to Susan to accompany him.

Derek has always been very focused on his career. I should have known he would be in a hurry to start his new job. Why am I so mad at him?

Since she and Derek had met, Susan had always felt she was angry at her fiance. His imperfections, which she had learned to manage, seemed much more important to her since she had come out of her coma.

It must be because of my false memories.

She took out of her make-up kit the box of capsules that Dr. Smith had given her. In truth, Susan had never followed the treatment he had prescribed. Dr. Smith was a man too unfriendly to trust him. All her tablets, she had made them disappear in the sink.

I shouldn't have acted like a child. She blamed herself. I should have taken these pills for a long time!

She was going to carry them to her mouth, when another memory appeared in her head. Well, not really a memory... rather an impression of confidence, of security. People were hugging her. She could hear laughter, those odd male voices... a smell of ham... a thin firm arm that hugged her waist... Someone was taking advantage of the group hug to whisper in her ear:

"My dear, allmad science can never invent something as wonderful as you."

Susan snapped her capsules. Dr. Smith was far away and she did not want to listen to his advice. For the moment, she would keep her false memories.