"I truly didn't. I never questioned the story I was told. I do get terrible headaches and the explanation made sense. I didn't look like me." Now she knew there would be lingering symptoms; she had survived a lightning strike after all and the headaches and sometimes now the short-term memory loss were just a few that she could face for the rest of her life.

He still looked like he needed more information, so Sloane continued, "It wasn't until I went back to school, the only place I've ever really felt myself, that it all came back to me. All of my friends were there, my childhood best friend in the place where we spent so much of our time." It was poetic, if she really thought about it, that it had been Hatch of all people, on their dock at the lake where everything had ended and began, coming full circle somehow. That Sloane had missed out on her seventh year was something she was still grappling with, mourning that loss of what was supposed to be the best year of her life. The girls had completed it without her and she couldn't fault them, life had to go on, but she had missed out on so much. But she'd had experiences of her own and the living proof was right in front of her and she was going to answer every question he had, he deserved that much.