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Of all the things to forget, she’d entirely pushed the thought of getting a GPS for King out of her mind. Granted, her memory only worked backwards, knowing only what she saw, what she felt, what occurred, and in extremely great detail. If the world was her oyster then the past was the pearl that lay within it; Jacqueline Napier just had the gift of being able to take the past and use it for her own means. Even now it overlapped, and her mind had wandered yet again to yesterday, the day before, and the one before that, all spent walking through the same hallway, avoiding faces she’d come to recognise among differently-sized crowds.
There was one face, however, that she hadn’t expected to run across; her mind did not anticipate when it hadn’t experienced anything prior to the event. This included seeing him, and his hair (different from the last time), his eyes (they remained the same, had the same look in them), the straight line of his lips and the even harsher edge of his jaw. Immediately the corner of her lips twitched upwards -- the closest she could get to smiling in public without having to put her true face on, without the jagged red curves along her cheeks -- and she headed for him, all thoughts regarding what King needed to have pushed further back into her conscious. “James,” she called out as a form of a greeting, “didn’t think I’d see you here, Jimmy.”
