Totoka River for the sake of one who was

He--Varick--looked thoroughly taken aback, and for that she felt a tremendous wave of remorse wash over her. She knew that this was something completely out of the realm of what was normal, that he must think that she has forgotten him because he was no more than a ghost in her past. She has no idea what sort of history they have between them.

"Varick," she repeats, committing the name to memory once more. "I. . .was pretty hurt. For a while. I'm getting better. Fur's growing back. Strength's coming back." Snowe drew herself up, looking directly into his eyes. "I'm Snowe. But you know me by another name. . .right?"

And what if that life had been much better, much bigger, than this one? How was she ever to go about reclaiming those thousands of memories, all those friendships, lost? Hope rose up within her as she realized that this Varick could help her reclaim some of what was missing, but it sank again, as there was no way of knowing just how much, or for how long, he knew her.