remember most things.

"She's comfy."

Dakota laid curled on the couch, Aileen protectively wrapped in her arms.

Oh- she hadn't cared for her own sake. She cared for her dog. Of course she had.

They had run into eachother before, when Dakota was twenty. That was over a decade ago now, though. She didn't remember it.

She didn't (+)

The touch caused her to flinch, breaths quickening as she worked through possibilities. Coffee- hotel? Coffee shop? Restaurant?

And Aileen... No Aileen meant no pets- but that didn't narrow options down.

Tears brimming.

jarring.

"I... Don't remember."

She looked around again. Aileen? Where was Aileen?

Did she leave her home?

Hands reached into her purse- looking for a lead that wasn't there. She was starting to panic, now.

Dakota had been pulled away, brought back to a memory she hadn't recalled. The transition was (+)

"Neither," she replied, leaning back slightly and taking a look around.

Where was she?

Why couldn't she remember?

"I... Zoned out."

--out," she rushed.

Blink.

"Tribute videos..?"

Dakota wasn't aware of what those were. Not that she was inexperienced- just... Nowhere near the rabbit hole, shockingly.

The former tanker slowly blinked, an embarrassed blush coating her cheeks as she realized what had happened.

"Oh- I'm so sorry!"

So self absorbed- not everything's about her.

She's just... Thinking. Remembering something.