Well, I haven’t been around much. My computer had fried on my over the weekend, not that it matters. I was kinda busy elsewhere. I got a call Thursday that Natasha was in the hospital. She was attacked by someone and she lost some of her memory. Aside from her own family, she mainly remembered me, Rob and his girlfriend (and her best friend) Tiffany. The three of us visited her at the hospital Thursday, they released her that day too. We basically spent every moment since then with her. She wouldn’t leave my side at all. Not that I’d want her to, though. Part of me blames myself for her attack. See, she goes for walks every so often and the last few times she’s done so she basically ran away. So I told her from then on to call me and I’d walk with her so she could cool off. She didn’t this time. If I had been with her I could have protected her. What’s the point of wanting to be Superman if you can’t even help one person...? *sighs* I’m sorry. What’s got me more frustrated is that I know who did this. Everyone does. But we have to proof. She can’t remember what happened that night so there isn’t anything we can do. But no one has any idea how hard it was for me when I saw the asshole. I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. So, if I’m not around for a while, it’s because I’m with Natasha.