IT IS, MILADY..

With Eva's little help, Emma managed to arrange her books and clothes in order, which had been strewn around earlier.

They were picking up her make up kit contents which were lying down idly on the floor, when Derek and Maya stepped into their room. They were back, finally, after more than two hours.

"Any luck on who did this?" She asked with a blank face, not wanting them to know that she had regained a bit of her memory pack. Since they had chosen to not trust her, and lie to her; she had promised to do the same. Two can play the game. She had thought then.

"Not really. Must have been some robber or thief." Maya replied, looking around the room, and seeing the improvement in its order.

"Oh, okay." Emma said. "Am I still safe here?" She asked, wanting to act normally like a person whose house had just been burglarized; she didn't want them go catch on, on her aloofness or perhaps the fact that she doesn't really trust their words again.