Phoebe Judge

Let's talk about the day in March of 2011.

Maybe just kind of very detailed step-by-step what you did that evening, where you'd been, and then what the day had been like.

Lindsay Schweigert lived in a house in St.

Louis.

After dinner, she says she went to bed early, around 8 p.m.

Lindsay's roommate got home a few hours later.

He thought something might have happened to Lindsay, like she'd been kidnapped.

He called the police.

And when he called a second time, they told him Lindsay was in jail.

Lindsay says the last thing she remembers is falling asleep in her bed.

When she woke up, she didn't know where she was.

An officer told her she'd been driving and hit another car.

Apparently, she'd refused to take a breathalyzer test, and she'd fallen three times when she was instructed to walk in a straight line.

It was raining.

Lindsay's dog was in the backseat of her car.

They were less than a mile away from her house, outside of a Steak and Shake she liked to go to.

He took Lindsay to jail.

Who did you call?

Lindsay was let out on bail.

After her brother picked her up, they found her dog at the pound.