"I did arrive around the same time as someone else, from home," she admits, considering David in all of this. He's remembering new things every day, events that she herself has no recollection of but can feel herself drawing towards them, as if she wants to. "He'd forgotten who he was, and now he seems to finally be remembering, bits and pieces, moments that seem almost - "

Her gaze falls, for another beat, turning over the bread in her hands before the last word slips out. "Impossible."