Anna flinched at hearing that name. It had been so quiet, and she had been so lost in trying to even begin to reassemble the scrambled pieces of her memory that she didn’t even notice the woman that had rushed into the door. Her eyes darted up to the blonde’s face, fear and apprehension flickering across her features. Obviously this was Ameline, her.. girlfriend. Her mind, which was thoroughly Rosa’s memories and feelings, did not know this girl. But somehow this body did, and her heart felt a sense of calm and aching need to be closer to the person her mind perceived as a stranger.

“A..Ameline?” she questioned, the name strange on her tongue. Especially after being muted for a whole month. Guess it was time to go. She fumbled clumsily with her scarf with shaky hands, and finally pulled out the envelope that the receptionist had given to her as she stood. “I, I don’t know what this is.” She said meekly, taking a few steps closer to Ameline and extending the white parchment towards her. She felt so weak and lost and—now that she was standing up, rather dizzy and nauseous. It couldn’t have been good to be up and about just a handful of hours after being dormant for a whole month. And – rather ironically – she found that despite after so much sleep she was so, so tired.

“I want to go home.” Anna added quietly, her gaze stuck on the collar of Ameline’s jacket. Wherever home was and what that meant to her.