Spencer looked into the small hospital mirror, willing herself to remember the last couple of weeks. Any little memory would be good, something to let her know that there was at least hope of her getting her memory back. She groaned in frustration when nothing came to her. It had been a week now, and she had shown no signs of regaining her memory. The doctors had kept her in on an extended basis to try and determine how severe her case was, but they hadn't concluded anything. So she was being let home today, on the provision she spent her time with her family and friends and didn't push herself too much.

She heard a soft chap on her door and looked up to see a stranger who was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi." He said nervously biting his lip.

"Hi…" Spencer replied "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"We met recently." He mumbled. "My name's Anthony, my dad's a client of your dad."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't…"

"Remember me?" Anthony asked with what Spencer thought sounded like relief. "It's OK, I just wanted to know that you were OK, and well now that I can see that, and since you can't remember me, I should probably go…"

"No." Spencer shook her head. "You came all this way, and brought flowers, the least I can do is talk to you for a couple of minutes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, besides my parents will be here soon and I could use someone to pass the time with."

"So you're getting to go home today?"

"Yeah. I mean I'm not meant to go out or anything, but I'm at least going to be in my own room again."

"You mean you don't like looking at four almost identical walls, in an awful off yellow colour?"

"Call me crazy." Spencer laughed. "But I guess it's not so bad, minus my arm nothing really hurts."

"Any idea when that'll get better?"

"I can get the cast off in three weeks." She replied.

He nods slightly as they both lapse into a somewhat awkward silence. Andrew because he knew after all he done didn't deserve to be here, and Spencer was annoyed at the fact she had no memory of the person before her.

"Have your friends been to visit yet?" Anthony asked to break the silence.

Spencer nodded slightly "Yeah, Toby's been here a lot. And the girls came yesterday… But it's just weird talking to them, when I can't remember the past couple of weeks. It's like they all have an inside joke that I don't get."

"Yeah it must suck not to remember."

"That's one word for it." Spencer muttered "So, you don't go to Rosewood High, where do you go?"

"I go to Rosewood High now." He replied. "I'm in most of your classes actually."

"Oh…" Spencer bit her lip slightly. "Did I miss much then?"

"Nothing you won't be able to catch up." Anthony laughed. "I got copies of the notes for you, and I took a note of the assignments. Something told me you would want them."

Spencer nodded, and then noticed her parents walking up the corridor through the slightly open door. "Finally! Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just really looking forward to getting out of here. I'm sort of half hoping being in my own room, surrounded by what I'm used to will help prompt some memories to return."

Before Anthony could answer, Peter had opened the door and paused when he seen the young boy. Glancing over at Spencer, he saw her small smile indicating that Anthony told her about what happened.

"Your mother's just finishing the paperwork now, you ready to leave Spencer?"

"Yes." Spencer smiled back at him, then turned to Anthony "So I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah. I hope you get better soon." Anthony muttered back, before walking out of the room.

"Is Melissa here?" Spencer asked her father. For the past week Melissa had stuck to her promise that she wouldn't be in the same room as Toby, so Spencer had only seen her at the night-time visiting hours.

"No, she stayed home." Peter answered. "She wanted to make lunch for you coming back home."

"Melissa, cook?" Spencer almost laughed. "Someone has the take-out menus handy right?"

"She's trying to do something nice for you." Peter reprimanded "But to answer your question… We might have pointed out that the menus were there if need be."

Spencer laughed slightly picking up her bag with her good arm until her father took it from her, and held the door open for her. She walked out of it wondering what would happen now she didn't have the protection of a hospital room.

"Spencer." Melissa smiled when she seen her sister. Ever since the doctor mentioned they had grown worried that Spencer's amnesia wasn't temporary, Melissa had gone all out to be nice to Spencer. While Spencer wanted to believe it was just because she might have died, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that Melissa was somehow glad that Spencer couldn't remember what had happened.

"Hi." Came Spencer's weak response. "Dad said you made lunch."

"Well it's just a salad… Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Outside, they were discussing something."

"What?"

"No idea." Spencer shrugged, then seen Ian walk in. Part of her froze, he had stayed away from the hospital, so this was the first time she had seen him in a week. She blinked a couple of times, feeling a need to run but not knowing why.

"Nice to see you home."

"Thanks." Spencer smiled not knowing what else to do. There was something in his eyes, something that she couldn't place, but she did know it made her feel scared. Before she could do anything though her parents walked in.

Veronica smiled at her eldest daughter. "Did you get everything ready on time?"

"Mom, even I can put together a salad." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to get changed." Spencer cut in. "I'll be down in a minute."

Before they could say anything, Spencer all but sprinted up the stairs. Once she opened her door she breathed a sigh of relief at having familiar surroundings. She sat on her bed crossing her legs over and taking in a few deep breaths. She sat like that until she heard a chap on her door.

"Spencer?" Veronica asked as she walked in. "Are you OK? You've been up here for a long time? We're going to have lunch now."

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

"Are you OK honey? You look a little pale?"

"I'm fine. I just thought that… I thought maybe being home would help. But… I still can't remember anything."

"Oh honey." Veronica sighed. "Give it time, you've been here less than an hour."

"I know." Spencer shrugged. "I'll be down in a minute, I really do want to get changed first."

Veronica nodded at her, as she left the room. Spencer collapsed onto her pillows seeing a bit of fabric, dangling out of them. She pulled it out seeing a top that clearly wasn't hers. She frowned at it for a couple of seconds wondering why she had it, then decided to let it rest for now, knowing it was never good to leave her family waiting.

Spencer stabbed at the piece of lettuce again, half listing as her family debated over whether to New York that weekend to celebrate Spencer being home. She however was thinking about the top she had found. She went to take a drink of her water when she paused.

"Top or bottom." She whispered, suddenly having an imagine of Toby smiling down at her holding up a set of pyjamas.

"What did you say Spencer?" Peter asked, and Spencer glanced up to see her whole family looking at her.

"I erm… Just said that this is nice." Spencer said quickly. "Thanks Melissa."

"It's fine, my way of saying sorry for not visiting much. I just didn't want to see him."

"Melissa." Veronica warned.

"Just because you two think it's a good idea to let him near Spencer, doesn't mean I have to." Melissa shrugged. "I still think it's his fault she got hurt. And the police think he tried to frame her! Did you two just forget that?"

"Wait… Framed?" Spencer cut in.

"We don't know that he did." Peter warned Melissa, seeing the confusion on Spencer's face and knowing that it wouldn't help Spencer to think about it.

"But… What happened?"

"Spencer, we can't talk about this right now." Veronica cut in.

"But… I want to know what happened!"

"Maybe you should tell her." Ian cut in "She needs to know all the facts to make informed decisions. Maybe after all this, she'll realise that being around Toby isn't good for her?"

"Spencer is our daughter, we know what's best for her, and we are not discussing this right now!" Peter barked, surprising Melissa, Ian and Spencer.

"Dad he was only trying to help…"

"I just think she…"

"I want to know what's going on!"

Melissa, Ian and Spencer all spoke at the same time, but Peter just shook his head at them. "Spencer isn't ready for this yet. I won't push theories on her when she's not well enough to come to her own conclusions. This isn't about Toby, it's about your sister, and I will not have you harm her recovery."

Spencer blinked a couple of times, not used to being the one who they cared about. It was usually Melissa's way, or no way. It seemed the whole family didn't know what to do next, so they sat in silence instead. Spencer just stared at her food after that. From her father finally disagreeing with "perfect Melissa" to wondering what was going on with Toby, she had lost appetite. After some time had passed, her family slipped into what they do best, pretending everything was fine. Spencer however couldn't muster the energy to join them so politely excused herself to her room.

Toby had been sitting in his room staring at his phone for almost an hour. Despite wanting to call Spencer and make sure that she got home safely, he was worried about how well the call would be received. It had been a miracle that he had somehow managed to get Spencer to reciprocate his feelings once, he wasn't holding much hope that he could do it twice. He would be happy with just being friends, at least then she would be in his life, but given the current situation he wasn't sure she would even want that.

All Spencer could remember was that someone was trying to frame her, and the press was documenting countless theories about how Toby had framed her. Earlier that morning he had been reading one claiming that he had taken advantage of a grieving Spencer, and how he had then planted the evidence all while pretending to care about the girl he was cruelly plotting against.

The thought made his stomach turn, he knew they were lies but would Spencer remember that? Would she care either way? Her family had been supportive for the past week, but he knew that was just to keep Spencer happy. They might have accepted his presence in their daughter's life, but he could still see the doubt in their eyes. It had faded over the time Spencer was in hospital, but he wasn't dumb enough to think it had completely gone. He heard the front door being chapped, and hesitantly walked up to it. The old taunts and threats had re-appeared with a vengeance and opening the door had become one of Toby's least favourite activities. Opening the door slightly he seen Emily smile up at him, opening the door fully to let her in, he stepped aside as she came in.

"Is anyone else in?" She asked.

"No. Just me."

"Great, so I can kidnap you to go and see Spencer." Emily smiled.

"I don't think I should go to Spencer's house." Toby muttered. "There's already enough talk."

"Are you on about that article in the Rosewood observer?" Emily guessed right away. "No-one believes that."

Toby just looked at her, as she held her hands up. "OK, so no-one important believes that. The person you really care about believing it won't think a word of it's true. Doesn't that count for anything?"

"She's with two people who would have no problem blaming me." Toby shot back. "Not only that, but she doesn't remember just how dangerous that is. I know she is still weary of Ian but she doesn't know what he done to her. That night… When he… I honestly thought he was going to hurt her. I've never felt so… In that moment I wanted to hurt him so much. I know it's not the nicest thing to want to hurt someone, but he was scaring Spencer so much and I just couldn't… I couldn't let him hurt her. Not that it helped much, she still ended up in hospital."

"You couldn't have stopped that car." Emily shook her head. "And if it makes you feel any better, it makes me sick to that Ian is anywhere near her. I hate that he just gets to walk about like king of the world after what he did to Ali. But believe me, I won't let him hurt Spence either. Nor will Hanna or Aria, and everyone knows you don't want to mess with a protective Hanna. She's not afraid to get the claws out if she needs to."

"I just wish there was a way to make someone else realise what Ian's really like." Toby sighed. "Someone who can actually do something about it. We can't even go to the police, since whatever Ian's involved in Garret is as well."

"Yeah, that was a new twist." Emily nodded. "I still can't believe Garret was… is working with Ian. It's like we can't trust anyone."

"What do you mean?"

"Between Ian, Garret, whoever 'A' is… It's like anyone in our lives can be plotting against us. And I know that's not true, but it's just weird to have to be careful with who you speak to. More so than normal, I mean."

"I know what that feels like. You guys honestly have no idea who this 'A' is?"

Emily shook her head. "Every time we think we might know who it is, something happens that changes our theory."

There was something about the way she wasn't looking at him, that made Toby fill in the blank. "I made the list?"

"It was… Yeah." Emily muttered. "But you weren't on it for long?"

"It's OK. I can't blame any of you for thinking it was me. I wasn't exactly your biggest fan. I didn't know any of you, except maybe you, and none of you knew me. I guess we all had misconceptions of the other."

Emily laughed softly at that. "Yeah I guess we did… Especially Spencer. And you know she doesn't like admitting she's wrong when… Actually Spencer just hate's admitting she's wrong."

"She told me about homecoming." Toby muttered. "The file I mean. I just want you to know I never hurt Jenna. I… I wouldn't hurt her… she…"

"It's OK." Emily sighed. "I know you didn't. We… we seen what happened."

"You all seen that?" Toby asked mortified.

"We didn't mean to. We thought it was just videos about us." Emily replied quickly. "We turned it off when we saw… Anyway, do you want to come see Spence? I'm sure she'd love to see you."

"Maybe it's best leaving her for one night." Toby shrugged.

"You know I like you." Emily said. "But I will tell you that I think you're being stupid right now. She'll want to see you. And surely you want to make sure that she's OK, that Ian isn't worrying her too much. So I'll ask again, do you want to come and see Spencer."

Toby thought over her statement, and nodded slowly. Maybe she was right; he did need to see that she was alright or even that he would still be allowed to see her now that she was out of hospital.

Spencer sat in the empty kitchen; her parents were talking to Melissa and Ian in the barn and had informed her to get them should she need them. When they were gone, Spencer turned on the news and listened in confusion as they explained what her family hadn't. That Toby was meant to have framed her.

But it just didn't seem to fit into what she could remember. Toby had been weary when she showed up on his doorstep, Toby had got Jenna's phone for her when she asked, Toby told her about 214 and Toby had spent an hour by her side every day that she had been in hospital. So why, if he had done everything the reporter was claiming would he still risk everything to see her in the hospital? She heard the door getting chapped, and shook her head to get it, thinking that her parents had accidentally locked it on their way out earlier.

"Em, Toby what are you doing here?" Spencer asked stepping aside to let them in.

"Where are your parents?" Emily asked somewhat annoyed that they had already left Spencer alone.

"In the barn talking with Ian and Melissa. Something happened at dinner and they… Well they don't want me to hear the conversation, so I got left here until their finished. And you didn't answer me."

"We came to make sure you were OK. Hanna and Aria wanted to come but they're working on something."

"What?" Spencer asked then sighed seeing Emily's face. "Let me guess, I'm not well enough to hear it? I am sick of everyone saying that! I don't need to be wrapped up in cotton wool."

"No-one is doing that." Toby said softly, then seen Spencer look directly at him with a determined look in her eye and knew that this wasn't going to end well.

"Oh really? Then tell me exactly what I can't remember about us. If you're not acting like I should be wrapped in cotton wool I don't see the problem in telling me."

"I already told you I don't want to force you into going back to how we were." Toby said softly.

"He's just trying to be nice." Emily cut in, trying to play the mediator between the two. She was sure Toby wasn't going to get mad at Spencer, but that didn't mean that Spencer would return the favour.

"I don't care about that! And it's not like knowing will magically make me want things to go back to how they were. I just want to know what happened. I need to know, and no-one will tell me. And I thought that at least my friends would care! Guess I was wrong about that."

"We do care." Emily replied.

"No you don't. If you did you'd tell me what happened!"

"And what would that fix?" Toby snapped causing both the girls to jump in surprise. "You'd only feel more confused, and hate that you couldn't remember. And we'd be hindering your recovery not helping you. And no matter what you think we aren't telling you because we care for you, I love you too much to hurt you like that."

"You... you what?" Spencer coughed.

"I said... I said that I..." Toby tried to cover up his slip-up but he knew it was too late. Spencer had already turned as white as a sheet.

Spencer shook her head slightly as she sat down on the couch. She felt Emily come and sit next to her, and take her hand softly. Toby stayed rooted the spot cursing himself for slipping up like that. He'd probably scared her off now. After ten minutes of standing still he decided to leave, but then he seen her look up at him with warm eyes, and a small smile on her face.

Unknown to Toby, Spencer was getting small flashes of their first time in the hotel room. Between the scrabble game, and being able to place the earlier "top and bottom" scene into context. Then she remembered the next day... walking down to her car with Toby... Him making fun or her... Him walking slowly towards before pressing his lips to hers...

"Em, can you give us a moment?" Spencer asked softly, as Emily nodded and excused herself to go and get something from Spencer's room. Spencer stood up softly. "I found a T-shirt in my room. One that isn't mine, I think I just remembered how I got it. And the morning after it. I don't... I don't remember anything else to justify love, but I know that I feel safe around you. I just... It's like I know I feel something more. I just don't know why."

"It's OK." Toby shrugged.

"No it's not." Spencer shook her head. "You've been so sweet and patient and... I just wish I could remember. That's the only reason that I want to know what happened. It's like I still think the same as I did before, I just don't know why. And I hate that!"

"Hey... it's not your fault." Toby said wrapping his arms around her. "It's the idiot who hit you."

"I was standing in the middle of a road apparently, that's kind of my fault." Spencer gave a watery laugh as she said it, causing Toby to smile sadly at her, knowing he couldn't tell her why she was on a busy road.

Her parents walked in then surprised at seeing Toby there.

"Hello." Veronica smiled thinly.

"Em's here too." Spencer said. "She's upstairs looking for something in my room. What happened with Melissa?"

"Spencer..." Peter warned.

"I just want to know." Spencer shrugged. "That's not a crime."

"Spence!" Emily said as she ran down the stairs.

"What?"

"We need to go." Emily responded in a rushed tone.

"Why?"

"It's Aria... You know who told about Aria and the other you know who."

"What?" Spencer asked confused at the statement, then she got what Emily had meant and why she had to be so coy. 'A' had finally told Aria's parents about her relationship with Ezra. Without much thought to anything but her friend Spencer sprinted out the house with Emily, leaving her confused parents and an equally confused Toby behind.