[ It's impossible to hide it now she's sat where she is - impossible to pretend she doesn't tense and go ramrod straight in his arms as those words pour out of the speakers.

It's too much. She's too much.

Yeah. She remembers.

A thin noise rises out of her throat and finally resolves into a laugh. You could almost mistake it for a real one. ]

Ah, she's not wrong. It really is cruel. So cruel you could be sick from it.

[ Her hand drifts up and once again - that spot on her stomach she can never truly stop thinking about, no matter how much time passes. ]

I guess a story like that doesn't change no matter where you go.