"I don't like being stuck inside much either," Sadie agreed, looking back out the window at the falling snow. She was stuck in this feeling of recognition and bewilderment battling for her attention, even as she looked back at Mr. Hatchitt, realizing she was being awfully quiet. Sadie searched for something to ask him, to spark a conversation, but she didn't know where to begin.

She should have asked something about siblings, or after his mother, but instead came out with, "Do you ever feel like you know somebody, even though you've only just met?" It sounded ridiculous, even as she said it, but it had been on the tip of her tongue regardless and she didn't know what had possessed her to say it aloud. "Sorry, that sounds strange," she knew how wild it would be, but she just couldn't shake the feeling.