"Do you know him, Bree?"
The golden haired little girl bit her lip and thought about it for a while before shaking her head. "Um, I don't think so?"
Although Bree couldn't remember her life before becoming a puppy, she vaguely felt that she had known Evelyn and her friends longer than that. She could feel that she cared for them deep down.
It was that strange feeling of 'I should know this' that struck her when she saw that man, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't pinpoint any feeling she had for him. Maybe she really didn't know him before?
Had Bree already recovered her memories, however, she would have recognized where she had seen the man before, and why she didn't feel anything for him. It was because, to her, he was simply too insignificant at that time. Someone she could easily destroy on a whim.
