Barrow Fields what once was mine

Yes. He answered, nodding as he drew near.

In truth, that was all he wanted to know; to confirm his suspicion that they'd met before. To ruminate on what a grand coincidence this was.

His eyes wandered across her features—as hers did to his—studying, trying to find a memory of anything substantial. They lingered there as he was lost in thought.

He came up empty-handed.

Why come back?