She tried, but nothing came through immediately. Only reminders of her standing alone in the kitchen wondering what she was doing there. Just as she felt before, a gentle tugging began in her mind. Unable to truly describe the experience with words, she tried not to overanalyze what he was doing. The tugging became more insistent, never too harsh or too much at once. And just as she felt the first time Mr. Akingbade was successful in bringing forth a memory that was blocked, she began to remember.