I dunno, exactly. I don't remember not being here, not any more than falling asleep and waking up like every other day. But I remember a little about...

...being here? Except, you know, smaller. It feels like a dream I had that I can't quite remember all the colors of. You [hm.] ...want to know what I think happened to the other me?

I think she's me. Maybe I dreamed of this place too, when I went back. Maybe I just don't remember it. Maybe that's why I trusted you as soon as I saw you when I washed up here.

[she doesn't ...know. she's just trying to put pieces together.]

And I didn't mean little kids stuff, just not "stiff drink in a bar". Not that I think that'd be up your alley, but ...you never know.

[sansa. can also ride a unicorn if she wants to. the nightmare will behave.]