“- - really. i didn’t mean to stare. i know it sort of...well - - freaks people out. you look so familiar, though. i just can’t seem to place you.” (it’s not familiarity, just that sad wide eyes see the familiar etched upon her face, see her own past echoing, sees similarity, though she doesn’t know it. mind reads it all as deja-vu, or else as recognition, like some figure seen first inside a dream, then met upon the street.) “have we met before?”