[ Every time you forget. Oh, if that just doesn't make her heart ache. Of course... she's not upset at her. She's upset at herself. How many times has this happened, she wonders? More than once, she's guessing, but she also doesn't want to ask, because she doesn't know how much it'll hurt to talk about.

So... ]

I'm counting on you. [ Her voice doesn't wobble, which surprises her. ] So, since we're friends.... Can you tell me what we used to do together? Did we play games, or explore?