Details or no details, three weeks of my life are freaking gone. Not an hour, not a day, not a week. THREE WEEKS. Sorry, alone or not that is serious business. Pretty sure the only proper response at all to something like this is freaking out, especially if it was more than one person. Shit like that is never good. What happened to us in that time frame? I should just sit around with a smile on my face totally calm when who the hell knows what happened to us? Sorry, Gran, can't do that.