When I was with Hyde... [wait. there were only three people in that room. one of them is dead. the other can't tell anyone anything.

what she says is what happened. as far as anyone else is concerned.]

Hyde traded a memory for a bean bag chair. It was... something from here, from the time we supposedly forgot; I saw it, when the counselor took it from him... I don't know what the value of your family's names and faces would be, but more than a bean bag chair. I want to know what he got for it.