Her fingers automatically curled around his, grasping firmly in a supportive grip. For a second she was frozen there, gazing at him in shock at the name he used. It had been so many years... she'd convinced herself that the friend she'd once cared for so deeply was a figment of her imagination. She'd even sought counceling to resolve her feelings over him. She'd put him, and her feelings for him, where they belonged. In the past. Firmly locked away in her mind.<br/><br/>And then, out of nowhere, here he was... Real, solid, and beautiful as ever. He hadn't changed in the least. It was really him... But how was that possible? Shaking her head to clear it, she finally managed to get the message from her brain to her arm, and pulled, helping him to his feet. As she did so, she realized he'd said something and tried to catch up, replaying the hazy memory of his words in her mind in an attempt to avoid having to ask him to repeat himself.<br/><br/>"Wha-," her voice was soft, the childish cadences she'd suppressed so long ago, "How do you know that name? This... this is... not possible. Its been... a long time."<br/><br/>But he continued before she could get the sentence out.<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I think..." he sighs. "I don't know...I remember you. And I suppose my name must be my name. At least it is more than I had a moment ago."</span></span><br/><br/>"I don't understand. Of course that's your name. You are... were... my imaginary companion. That is the name I gave you. I can't believe this. They said the stress of college was something no one can prepare for... I didn't imagine how right they were... The hallucenations are back... I so don't have time for this..."<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">"You are okay right?" he asks her softly.</span></span><br/><br/>A smile touched her expression despite her distracted agitation. The question was so like him... "Yes. I'm... I'm fine. I'm just shocked that... umm... that you're back. Its been so long."<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Sa-sa? Where am I? I can not remember nearly anything." he says honestly. </span></span><br/><br/>Casting her eyes about them, she suddenly realized they were starting to attract attention. Passing students eyed her curiously as they hurried to class. Bending, she quickly began retrieving the books she'd dropped when she bumped into him.<br/><br/>"We should find somewhere private to talk. I just finished my last class for the day. Maybe we can find an empty classroom somewhere."