He frowned. A sharp stab on his temple made him flinch. A display of images began to flash in disarray inside his mind. He picked up on the new information that had been added and swept through it like the pages of a book. It was full of her presence. Her face was always near, too close for comfort. He saw himself watching her, listening, studying her. He saw her watching him, he was... young. He realized he had no factual recollection of this ever taking place in that particular time and age. It wasn’t him, not quite. 