[If he phrased it in that way, that would be something that Ana understood. Missing Rex was still like missing a piece of herself in some ways and that was something that had an aching certainty in the pit of her heart. Now with her memory like swiss cheese, she still looked for him in the shadows that made up her life, and they had given her one of the few thing that Ana Lewis knew about herself. Her brother had died. Rex died, it was Duke's fault and that was something that was true.

But even with that trauma, Ana Lewis was something else: she was a spy and someone who paid their living studying others and she could see without thinking about it the difference between his eyes and his smile. It is a gesture Ana mirrors, that smile not quite meeting her eyes when he apologized, and she just made a quick shrug.]

It seems to be the thing to do these days, have all these weird not really memories. If I don't know better, I'd expect that we were all half-asleep still.

[Ana had pinched herself, it had hurt, but there was the possibility that it was just her brains telling her mind that. But thinking about it too much hurt so she just focused on the papers that were in her house, waiting to be assigned grades.]

Yes, I teach English at the school here. I'm Ana Lewis. [Maybe her name would register more with him than it had with her.]