I felt what little uneasiness I had subside when we she spoke. The people around us scattered a bit, and continued on with their chatter as it was before. While I know I had never seen this girl before, her voice was like a distant dream. Often times, I found that my imagination would run away with me and I would<span style="font-style: italic">imagine</span>the faces of whom I would be talking to...but her face seemed to fit the voice I was remembering perfectly.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure. I don't recognize faces well...rather, my vision was...somewhat impaired last I remember," I hummed gently, tilting my head upon her question, "But your voice--it sounds very familiar. I know I know you from somewhere..."<br/><br/>Shaking my head, I folded my arms against my chest and leaned back a little. "I love this beach, though...my mother used to take me here often when I was little. This is...my first time seeing it for real," I laughed.<br/><br/>I paused for a moment. "...were you, perhaps, ever in a hospital?" I queried, suddenly pinning her voice with the white cold walls that I used to frequent at the hospital, "I was sickly when I was younger--and was in the hospital a lot for my sight."