"I lot f people got hurt, even killed that night. Who know how many cases there might have been like mine? There might be a few girls who suffered from amnesia, not just me. Maybe they just though there was too many of us to really be able to contact you about. Or maybe even if I was the only one with amnesia it just slipped their minds after so long. I mean, you didn't come out of hiding for at least a few months, right?" How many people were there like her? Were there more people out there who had lost their memories of that night? Or was it really just her? She wasn't sure, but sitting here in this garden, it just felt right. Like she was supposed to be here. Which was strange. This had started out as her just trying to get into her college. But, after she had been thinking about it, even before coming to see this man, she wanted a family more than that. She wanted to belong somewhere. 

And, what if she belonged here? What if she really was Anastasia? There was a chance she might be. But they wouldn't know until they checked her background, and after that, if Finnegan suspected she might be his sister, they would still have to do a DNA test to finally prove it to be true or false. And who knew how long that would take?

Sighing, she stood up as Pooka began running around the garden again, and she herself moved to look at all the different flowers, stopping a for a moment to crouch down and look at a certain type of flower a bright smile on her face, "Oh wow. These are so pretty. They're [img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8e/c6/3e/8ec63e45341df7c40a1b6ce09f3d3a9f.jpg]blue orchids[/img], right? They're my favorites. I tried making a whole garden of them one time, but I was horrible at gardening," More like Mrs. Graven had gotten mad at her and destroyed her garden after she had worked so many days on it, "they all died. But I still used to love to buy them from flower shops just to put in my room." She stood up straight again and smiled back at him, "Which flower here is your favorite?" She asked, trying to lighten his spirits after such heavy talk.