[And then, all at once, he knew. They knew each other, even if they'd been trying to accept that as impossible. The way she reacted to what he'd said, the way she knew things in his head, and vice versa.]

It has to be possible. Otherwise we've both imagined the same thing.

[And that was what he'd carried with him the most from that hazy memory. Whatever he'd been doing, it had been important. Because he knew in his heart that he wouldn't have done something like that, break a criminal out of prison, if it hadn't been just and right.

And it hadn't been just anyone. It had been her.]

I know you didn't. I don't know why I know that, but I do.

[The hand that gripped his so tightly, he squeezed back, but it was to comfort her, not out of fear.]

I was there. I know you.