[She eventually shifted her glance, focusing back to her half-eaten meal. Time and again, Gene's gaze lacked that recognition she sought, and it made a lump in her throat. If this place takes and grants memories as it pleases, she could only hope for the future to let him remember her. If he ever would at all.]

I don't know. Her voice was the only piece of information I get. It's not very helpful. [She pleaded with me, feared me. But it was another baseless conjecture.] How many people from our world have been here before? 00 told me one name, Dyad.