Haha, does she get drunk and jump in front of cars often?

...

Does she?

The joy slowly seeps out of her as she retreats into herself to think about it and gets lost in that fog, that void where memories should be. She's quiet as she thinks about it, staring down at a particular spot of nothing on the table. She doesn't know if she does anything often. She doesn't know anything about herself, save for a few pieces that fit together but leave the rest of the puzzle so blank and empty.

She presses her lips together in a thin line, avoiding his gaze so he can't see the way her eyes start to water.

"I don't know." Her voice is quiet and unsteady, nothing like it was before.