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The memories throbbed against his skull. She was calling to him, then laughing, then calling, then screaming, then sitting in front of him, on a pillar, at the ruins...

"Ah," His hands were clammy, he looked down at them. He looked at his lap, then everywhere but the stranger beside him. How did he know? More memories, more dreams. Where did one stop and where the the other begin? He couldn't even tell anymore. Gareth sat still, staring at the ground. Then he turned his eyes towards the stranger. They snapped back to the ground, his ears hot.

"Something..." He began, hoarse in the voice. Why was he suddenly so nervous? She had the dreams too. That just made it weirder, and what if he never saw her again? He had to see her soon, but before tomorrow? Suddenly, Gareth paled. The voices in his head, the memories and whispers, they were more than just dreams. "Yes," He said carefully, "Ah, very, actually, but..." He hadn't the foggiest idea what, come to think of it. What was he thinking of again?

A scream pierced his conscious, Gareth flinched and grabbed his forehead. It was her voice, and it was his name, and there was no doubting it was a memory.