[it fits well on this woman's face, she thinks. the smile. the smile of someone who is truly, utterly in love. it's strong enough to reflect, however sadly, on anna's own lips.]

I would be glad to walk with you. I know this place, so maybe we can find your magpie together. [it's complicated. it feels like she belongs here but she has so few specific memories—but she could name every brick of every building.]

You were looking for her. I would do the same thing if I could. [she says it with just a hint of levity, but the weight of it really is impossible for anna to ignore.] There's a girl at home—not here, the home that I came from. Her name is Rose. [and there's something blocking her throat as she tries to speak what's obvious; she doesn't get it out. it might be for the best.]

Um. My name's Anna, by the way. I didn't say and I don't know if you... picked it up from being inside my head or not.