[In fairness, he asked her first. And if this is the Dressing Room, still, his presence is as explainable as hers. Perhaps he can help...]
I don't... I don't know. I'm not certain how I came to be here. [And that was the truth. Her memory banks are all scrambled again.] I'm searching for...
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I don't... I don't know. I'm not certain how I came to be here. [And that was the truth. Her memory banks are all scrambled again.] I'm searching for...
...I'm searching for...