"Oh, no - No! I’m sorry. Do I know you? I get the feeling we’ve met before." Every time he looked at her he couldn’t help but think of his aunt and uncle; her eyes were the same color as Uncle Wendy’s and her hair curled just like Aunt Moony’s on days when she didn’t straighten it. She could have been their daughter. He plucked up his courage and asked, " Are you flying to Melbourne too?"