Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

No, not Sarah. The differences were obvious as the surprise wore off. Similar enough to the woman Ibis had known and cared for, though. It was the eyes that struck her, set in a face that was so familiar yet still unknown. Ibis deflated a little bit with the realization that she had been wrong; however this stranger's presence tugged at her heart, reminding her of how precious and small the world could be.

I am sorry for disturbing you, Ibis started. I thought you were a very dear friend of mine, who I lost along the way. My name is Ibis... Have we... Ever met? Do you know Sarah?

Ibis worried that she was seeing ghosts in the passing faces of strangers. She had been traveling for some weeks with her daughter after all, the high stress situation of protecting and guiding Lilitu through the wilderness having worn her out quite a lot. This could have been anyone.