“Maybe.” He said keeping her advice in mind. She was right what he’d said could be a memory but to him it seemed more like a small feeling. He didn’t want to say that because he had no idea.  He was calm to, he couldn’t explain that either. One would think in a situation like his he’d be panicked or at least more confused. Yes he was confused plenty but not to the extent he wanted to stop and create new memories. He wanted his old memories back.<br/><br/>He followed her lead and scanned things as they walked, nothing popping out at him. Her words drew him back and he slowly nodded. “I’ll try but if things start to…well get out of hand I may need some help. I don’t know if I could stop.” He said his arms still tight around his chest. He was cold but at least it wasn’t raining on him. “Mad?” He asked wondering where she’d come up with that.<br/><br/>“I didn’t say anything about you being mad did I?” Did he let something slip? “If I did I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had.”  His silver eyes went to her and he thought he looked apologetic but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know what he looked like, he couldn’t remember. The face he saw in the mirror was not someone he recognized. He opened his mouth to say something else when a little something caught his eye. “What do you suppose that is?” He said out loud walking toward it. There was magic in it but it seemed familiar somehow. “Have you walked down this street before? Has this always been there?” He asked looking to her.