Emma looked at Daniel carefully, weighing his words. He meant them. She was going to ask why he felt so strongly, when he explained that Alex hurt someone. "Who did he hurt.. and how?" It was a fair question if Daniel was going to tell her she shouldn't trust Alex and that he was pure evil. Daniel owed some sort of explanation.
"I'm not sure. Wednesday or Thursday?" She shook her head. It was a blur. She remembered being with Alex, but didn't remember coming to his apartment. Just like she didn't remember where the attack had happened. It was strange. She should have remembered something about where she'd been. Some small detail about the room. The sheets, the wallpaper, sounds, smells, SOMETHING!