"Her name is Mary Margaret," David explains, searching for the proper explanation in his mind as to what she is to him. He knows that he knows her -- she feels more real than anything he's ever known, but what does an amnesiac know about the world? Only what's in front of his eyes. "She says she knows me. She says that it's me. She recognized things about me," he says, fingers drifting to his chin. "Like this. Like my scar."
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