'Hello again, Sobek. I need your help. One moment, please.' Ivy blinks. She puts her hands on Arty's shoulders. "Breathe, it's okay, it's not your fault. I think you misunderstand. What I was trying to say, was, well, I tried to be the Ivy you know. But I'm not. The way you looked at me when you thought it was her, I don't know how to deal with that. It's better for all of us if I go out onto the streets, at least until I get my memory back, if that ever happens."