The Missing Footage.

"...five four two," Damian recited, starting the stopwatch mid sentence. "Now can you recite those numbers?"

"Seven three six five four two," Meredith said pleasantly. "So I'm not gonna remember any of this?"

"That's the goal."

June protested. "But you haven't even dosed her yet!"

Damian rolled his eyes. "What part of 'retroactive' don't you understand?"

"Abstract concepts have been hard ever since you cut out part of my brain," she pointed out with a shrug. Meredith sat passively on the bed watching the conversation with mild interest.

Damian paused, focused on the stopwatch, and hit the button on the remote.

"When does it kick in?" Meredith asked.

"Last time it didn't take long at all," June informed her. Meredith looked puzzled for a second, then laughed.

"Oh, wait, is that it? I feel that! Oh, wow, you guys-" She burst out in uncontrollable giggles. "You guys!" she wheezed. "This is... wow!"

As she doubled over with laughter, June smiled. She liked seeing her friend so happy, but she wished she could remember it. Maybe they could figure something out.

"Ok, Meredith, I need to ask you a question," Damian said firmly.

She clumsily reached up to wipe a tear from her eye but accidentally hit her right breast then slapped the side of her face. That started another laughing fit. "My boob! I hit my boob..." she slurred.

"Yes, you did," Damian said encouragingly. "Can you try to remember the numbers I said when we started?"

"Seven six three five four three two one LIFTOFF!" she cried, jumping slightly off her seat on the bed only to fall back onto it. "You guys, I'm really spinny. Spinzy? What? No, dizzy!" She blew a long raspberry, then reached over and slapped June's right breast hard.

"What was that for?" June asked with mild surprise.

"Now we're even," the dopey girl said matter-of-factly. "Tit for tat, tit for tit- ahaha, that's- whoa!"

Meredith rolled off the bed onto the floor, where she continued to giggle face-down into the carpet. June went to her side to help her up. As she drunkenly tried to get back to her feet, Damian addressed her again.

"Meredith, as much as I'm enjoying your physical comedy, I need to ask you a few questions."

She stared at him drunkenly for a second, parsing his words. "Aye-aye, captain," she slurred as June helped her onto the bed.

"Ok, Meredith. Imagine the following scenario. I have 45 dollars and I need to buy a shirt. I don't like green shirts. Are you with me so far?" he asked

"Yeah..." she said, her head resting limply on June's shoulder. She hiccupped and giggled.

"The store sells a red shirt for $60, a green shirt for $40, a blue shirt for $50, and a blue hat for $30. What should I buy?"

Meredith furrowed her brow. "But what kinda shirt did he need?" She started tracing lazy circles on June's abdomen with her fingernails as she tried to work it out.

"That's the question," he said impatiently.

"Wow, she's stupider than me now!" June laughed and Damian rolled his eyes.

"Holy shit," Meredith said with wonder. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "I am! I'm dumber than you! And you had a lobotomy!"

"Closer to a cingulotomy," Damian corrected. "But back to the question. Meredith?"

"Hmm...?" she asked. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and her whole body was slack except for her arm, which was clumsily roaming across June's chest.

"What shirt, Meredith?"

"What... shirt?" She looked confused. "You want me to take off my shirt?"

"Not currently," Damian said with a laugh. "We're testing your cognition and you failed, which means our anesthetic passed."

"Wait," June said suddenly. "Something's off... you're doing theses tests, but, uh..."

Meredith tweaked her nipple and she jumped slightly. "Oh, I lost my train of thought. I know there's something here, some connection that I just can't quite make." Meredith helpfully booped her on the nose.

"This is gonna be a lot easier when the anesthesia wears off," June said. Meredith was now jiggling her breasts and laughing.

"We've got about three minutes left," Damian said. "In a second here, we're gonna get ready for her to come out of it. Then we'll conduct the final portion of the memory tests."

Meredith's transition to motorboating was distracting June. Feeling her intern's nose rubbing back and forth across her sternum, she forgot about her brief epiphany altogether.

Meredith came up for air, laughing hoarsely. "Why would you use this shit as an anesthetic?" she slurred. "I feel fuckin' amazing!"

Something stirred in June's mind. She thought about what Meredith said. She absently watched Damian helping Meredith to stand approximately where she had been before. June went over the facts in her head. Meredith felt amazing. June felt slow. They were performing-

The answer came to her all at once and she opened her mouth to cry out before she realized they weren't paying attention to her. Damian was angling Meredith's head with his hands.

"Mmm, you smell like something" Meredith slurred. "It's nice."

Damian cleared his throat. "Thanks."

"It reminds me of the semester I studied abroad in Spain... I, uhhhhh... man, what the fuck is that smell? It's like a high school dance or something..."

June stepped forward and smelled their captor. "I don't smell it."

"Oh, come on," Meredith said. "How can you not? It's overpowering, like piss or- oh, of course!"

"Well?" June said. Damian's phone beeped.

"He smells like cum!" Meredith said with a grin that immediately faded into a look of confusion.