Dr. Henrietta Jekyll

It was going to be one of those days again. Henrietta realized that as soon as she woke up with a splitting headache -- the type of headache which she knew from experience could only be caused by excessive amounts of ****.

What did I do last night? she thought. Rob a brewery?

Whatever she did, it apparently exhausted her so much that she could not even make it to her bed. The bedroom floor was about as close as she got.

And geez, what happened to her nightgown? Or her pajamas? Heck, even her underwear was missing. Did she really sleep in the nude? And if so, where were her clothes? And what was the deal with all the crumbled up dollar bills scattered around the room? Or the spike heels in the corner that seemed so different than her usual flats? Surely that did not mean that she went there again.

No, of course not. Henrietta never went to those type of places. That was the other one's territory. And apparently the other one was in charge again last night.

No matter. Right now Henrietta had to get up, take a shower and put on clothes. Speaking of which...

She shakily stood up and walked over to her closet, only to find that it was almost empty.

But I had a ton of clothes in there yesterday, she thought. Where did they all go?

There was only one item left in the entire closet that she could wear. It was a red dress. It was cut far lower in the neckline than she would have preferred and its hem was way too high for her tastes but at least, it was wearable.

Attached to it was a note. It said: Annoy me again and next time I won't leave you this much. Yours truly, Edwin.