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He seemed to hesitate before giving her a response, and Kore wondered about that. Why the hesitation? An image in her mind - she was taking some white, bread-like substance from a counter and walking away from it and someone standing behind the counter noticed. They'd told her to stop. Stop right away. That she was stealing. She hadn't realized, at first, that the man had been talking to her, and she didn't realize until he caught her arm a block away and muttered something about calling the cops and how he didn't need this shit in his life right now.

She'd asked him what was going on in his life - and he had hesitated.

Just like now.

Why?

An image of double gates slowly opening and the whispered words, It's hard to let someone into your life.

But then the hesitation was gone, replaced by a smile and, "I'm Conor."

'Conor'...

The name didn't ring any bells in Kore's head, and she was fairly sure, even without most of her memories, that she'd never heard the name ever before. But still, the name seemed important to her, life-changing almost. It seemed very simple, very down to earth, and the sound of it suited the young, handsome man in front of her. He seemed rather plain, dressed in very comfortable looking clothes - ones that were completely different from hers, but ones that seemed nice nevertheless.

They crinkled and then straightened as he stood up and held out a hand to her. "Come on then, let's get you something to eat. Is pizza okay? There's a Pizza Hut a couple of blocks from here."

"Yes. Thank you." Kore paid very little attention to his actual words besides a brief What's pizza?, as his motions had piqued her interest. She looked at the hand, feeling that the gesture was very unusual. Whoever she was, she was not someone who was very easily or very often touched by others - strangers - but then, she thought, everything is strange to me now.

Cautiously, Kore extended her hand, placing it in Conor's. Her hand looked even paler against his, as she allowed herself to be helped up. As she did, her robe slid from the bench and pooled around her legs, swishing slightly once or twice against Conor's jeans before settling over her bare feet. They looked odd, a young woman and man standing next to each other, one in a ripply robe with no shoes, the other dressed in jeans, a button-up shirt and sneakers.