"I don't even remember my parents and I miss them," he said, rubbing his hand over his eyes. They were dry, no threat of tears, but he still felt the heavy sadness of the missing memories. All he had was the one violent memory and nothing else. He didn't know their names, barely knew their faces and had nothing else.

"I'm sure she's thinking about you too," he said, sighing and giving her a small smile. "Wherever she might be, I bet she is. I hope she is."