The only problem was, she was unable to remember where. It was as if she was reliving a memory, but given the smallest details, and the most important ones snatched away from her hold. It was left for her to figure out for herself. But Esme was far too tired. Her eyes were shallow from the lack of sleep over the past few days. Under other circumstances, she would have got down to planning and attempted to figure out how she could remember such a strange sensation. Instead, things had most certainly changed.