Wearing his clothes except for his gloves, Issac dressed the woman up as well before carrying her out of the room through the window and into the empty street.
She brought me all the way to her house. Issac thought, looking at the building behind him. I didn't see her father, so she must be living alone.
"There is a park to the east of this town. Do you remember how your garden looked like?" He remembered the woman asking.
"I remember something about it," Issac said, not wanting to tell her that he didn't remember how the house even looked like. Only from Araya's memories did he see how it was.
"I always liked your garden and I would always bring you branches of slower from the Dogwood trees in your garden.
"All those years of living here, the only place that gave me some kind of familiarity was when I would sit under that tree.
