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[ And here Chase was, innocently trying to look at the offerings in this music store, when somebody runs right into his back. Wrinkling his nose for a moment, he looks over his shoulder then steps aside so that they're not standing right up on each other. There's a moment where he's looking the girl over, definitely trying to figure out what's going on with her outfit before he decides: that's a weird freaking dress for where and when they're at. Who wanders around Main Street in Bumfuck, Idaho, dressed like that in the middle of the day?

But then, recognition starts to dawn on him-- an odd feeling, both comforting (because it beats being a blank slate) and unnerving (because how did he forget so much in the first place?). ]

Yeah... We go to school together. [ He stares at her for a beat longer. JUDGING. ] Is there a party I don't know about?