Hideaway Strath all great and precious things are lonely.

Fig was more confused than ever when the stranger asked how he knew her name. Because this wasn't Avery, at least not the Avery he knew. And yet, it somehow also was?

Fortunately, they cleared the issue up pretty quickly. At least, well enough for him to move forward with. "Yeah, I've known Avery since we were kids," Fig replied, thinking over the information he had now, "The resemblance is definitely uncanny. Who's your mother?" He suspected he already knew the answer, but he'd wait for her to tell him.