"What is it?" he asks, his stomach twisting into a tight, anxious knot.

He's seen her. He knows it.

His memory is not always kind to him. He struggles remembering a lot more than he allows himself to let on.

If this girl is an imPort, he's likely run into her in one of those other worlds Lachesis has been sending them to more frequently. He could have spotted her in the crowds anywhere. The Network, too...

That's when his memory is cruel to him. The stadium, the "game" -- it all flashes before his mind without warning, startling him enough to make him drop his cup.

"You were..."