"You are real, Blanca, and I wish I could tell you more, but I do not remember more. Perhaps I do not care as long as you are here with me," Dimitri added.
Blanca found another shirt and pulled it on. "I'm sorry to hear that. This is all so wrong. We are missing something here." She waved a hand, encompassing the bed. "We're probably related or something, right?"
"Lifemates are born to one another, Blanca. There is only one for each. What your parents chose to do with their lives has nothing to do with us."
"Of course it does, Dimitri. We don't know who you really are or me. We know practically nothing about ourselves. I'm so perplexed, like we were living in a different body like this was not ours in the first place. What I'm doing here with you is against the rules of my profession. We don't even know if you're married or not. And I'm not even sure if I'm a real doctor or what."
