( There's something familiar about his features - she goes through it in her mind and the word school comes up. The local school - she's sure that she's seen him there. At the same time, however, Adora is having a hard time fully grasping the memory of ever having been in the building in the first place.

... Slowly, the memory is beginning to creep up on her. As is that of this house and its apparent familiarity. The more she thinks on it, the more it seems to begin making sense. )

Yeah - you're right. I should name it something though. Jared, maybe? ( That's a funny thought; Jared is just one of those names that stands out in her mind, although why exactly she can't pinpoint. It reminds her of October and costumes and boisterous laughter. Yeah. Jared. That's the lawn decoration's name now; why the hell not. )

It's my house, but I haven't been here in a while.

( A beat. She reaches up to her forearm, idly scratching at one of the plasters on the inner portion of it. )

I just got back from the hospital today.