She gives him a smile. He was so nice. Isabella hopes that she can find the memories that have him soon, she would like to know for certainty who she was speaking with.

She puts her head in her hands. She didn't want more memories but one came anyways, just one- not a massive press like the lycanthrope memory, where it seemed to spawn everything connected at the same time. This was just a simple time.

"I think... I can ... remember music."