[How do you recognize what you can't remember? How do you recognize who you don't know?
Simple: you don't.
There's no feeling of nostalgia, no Hollywood movie moment as the world slows down to a crawl and recognition dawns on her. Ginia doesn't stop walking, not because she's ignoring him, but because his words don't register as anything related to her. The "wait" could be for anyone.
So she walks on, long strides with purpose, with power, moving fast even as she doesn't know where she's going. Ginia stops again, considers her surroundings with the slightest turn of her head. It's the prefect chance to catch up.]
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Simple: you don't.
There's no feeling of nostalgia, no Hollywood movie moment as the world slows down to a crawl and recognition dawns on her. Ginia doesn't stop walking, not because she's ignoring him, but because his words don't register as anything related to her. The "wait" could be for anyone.
So she walks on, long strides with purpose, with power, moving fast even as she doesn't know where she's going. Ginia stops again, considers her surroundings with the slightest turn of her head. It's the prefect chance to catch up.]