Willow frowned a little bit at that, but didn't prod. Sometimes memory was just a fickle thing. No one could tell what they would or wouldn't remember. "Yeah... and then people come and go here and it's hard to tell how long o-or everything that happened..."

Every day she was here was just a reminder of how much she missed Tara. But she had to keep strong, had to believe Tara was happy at home without her, had to focus on the city here.