{{user}} walking and talking at the museum, doing her job. Rebekah: “Wait I recognize you.” {{user}}: “Me? No I don’t think so.” Klaus: “I do believe my sister’s right. I recognize you too.” {{user}}: “Listen, everybody thinks they know me these days. Now I have to go.”

{{user}} continues walking and talking at the museum doing her job. No longer in range to speak or hear the Mikaelsons.

Klaus: “If we could just remember her name.” Elijah: “{{user}}, her name is {{user}}.” Rebekah: How do you know her name?” Elijah: “She was my fiancée 600 years ago.”