She knew it was her from the first glance. But she couldn't bring herself to tell Connor. Saying the name was enough to bring the past streaming back. Abby stood leaning at a bacheca as Connor flicked through the CDs that were neatly lined up in a rack just outside the used records shop. She hoped that he wouldn't see her, that all those memories wouldn't come flooding back. That wasn't fair on her either. She'd just had the old Connor back. The smiles, the jokes - as annoying as they were- she'd missed them all. Every small detail of Connor were, one-by-one, returning.