I remember waking up the next morning in my bed. The clothes I had on from last night were gone, and I was in my nightgown. Once I fully realized where I was and what had happened, I shot up from my bed and started walking toward my door. I opened it right as Margaret was about to knock, her fist still in the air. “Well, good morning.” “Good morning…what time is it?” “Just a little before noon. You