Ayana stopped at the door from the hall back out into the observation bay. "The first night we reported to Waverly Hills Mr. Suarez confessed to me that he knew you." Ayana held a hand up to stop her as she opened her mouth to speak. "Not personally of course. Not in a way that you would have known him. He said that you and some friends had come into the asylum when you were a pre-teenager. You didn't stay long, as he managed to scare off you and your friends. But he remembered you."
Mifa stood there, her mind working as she tried to figure this out. "So of all the people he has seen over the years, he remembered me?"
"It would seem so," Ayana said.
"How? I mean I know he's a ghost so his social life isn't exactly full of new and exciting people. But how on earth does he remember me when I was like 12 or 13 and how is he able to look at me now and know that it was me? Have you ever heard of this kind of thing happening?"
"What kind of thing?"
