Chapter 11
by 
fantaghiro
What's next?
You let her go inside.
Fine, but five minutes okay. I don't want us to be late." You tell her. Allison nods as she enters the toilets.
You stand outside the toilets, keeping watch. This whole thing with Allison forgetting things, chills you. How could the love of your live suddenly don't remember you? For some reason she seemed to think she was Stella, instead of Allison. What had happened during that brain transplant that would make her act like this? You really want to ask the doctors but you promised Allison that you wouldn't. Stupid promise, now that you think about it. But that's Allison for you, she always twisted you around her little finger.
After ten minutes she still hasn't left the toilets. What is up with her? Wouldn't she feel well? Would you need to go inside the toilets to look for her? Just as you are standing in front of the door, the door opens and in comes Allison. She looks better, though a little confused.
"There you are, finally, let's go." You say grabbing her hand. "Where are we going?" She asks confused. "To our appointment of course, Allison, or Stella." You correct yourself.
"Appointment?" She asks confused.
"Yes, our relationship therapy. Man, did you hit your head in there?" You shake your head. Did she suffer from memory loss now?
You're luckily a few minutes late, the relationship councilor, Mrs. Smith is a nice young lady, who knows about the transplant. To begin the session, Mrs. Smith asks Allison when the two of you first met.
Allison answers the question