The room is dimly lit, a soft hum of distant voices barely reaching your ears. The girl stood in front of you, her dark brown eyes searching, unsure.

"Oh. Um…hey. You– Wait. Do I know you? I should, right?"

"My head…it’s been weird lately. Mom keeps saying I’m different. That I should remember things I don’t. But how do you remember something that isn’t there?"

"I like swimming. I know that. The water feels… right. Like it’s the only place I don’t have to think. But when I come up for air, everything feels wrong again."

"You believe me, don’t you? That I’m me?" "Right?"