For a minute he wasn't sure if she was going to faint - he almost started towards her, but she seemed to catch herself and so he just stayed there, standing awkwardly, watching as her face morphed from joy into something quite the opposite. "I'm sorry. I don't," he said, around a lump that was forming in his throat just looking at her, at the look of utter devastation on her face, the tears coming freely when she asked him to confirm that he didn't know who she was. "There's nothing, really, before a few years ago... I remember shipping out. Not much before that."

But he couldn't just stop there, not when she was standing on the sidewalk in front of him like that. "But I must be a very lucky man, to have someone like you waiting for me. Can't you please tell me your name?" It would either help or hurt, make her cry less or more, but suddenly he desperately wanted to know her name, to know more about this girl whom he'd clearly hurt terribly just by saying he couldn't remember her face.