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I think I'm going to go crazy looking through all of this. Weddings, fights, deaths... how do we know any of this is real? Even if our names are on it, some of the things here are impossible. There was this one with this girl--

[a pause, and then a sigh] But everyone losing their memories doesn't exactly fall under normal, possible things, does it? Nothing makes sense.

... I'm Claire Bennet. If anyone has anything of mine, I'd appreciate seeing it.

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I--don't know. But I'm at least five something.

Let's see. [stands up, offering his hand to help her up]

[takes it and stands, then lets go D< ] Fine. Don't be too devastated when I'm no longer four something in your eyes.

[stands in front of her, straightening his back, holds up his hand over her head]

I'd say... you'd be lucky if you made it five feet flat. We have a tie.

[... stands on her toes :| ] Now?

[lowers his hand and pushes against her head, forcing her back down] No. That's cheating.

I wonder if you made this much fun of my height before we lost our memories.

I'm sure there were other things I could make fun of. For now, the height'll just have to do.

But that memory wasn't so bad, was it?

I'm sure you were trying to just defend yourself. There must be a lot to make fun of when it comes to you.

[... has to stop and smile] No, it wasn't.

You're basing that statement off of nothing. Weak defense.

See? What did I tell you.

And you cheated.

I said I'd make it happen. And I did. No cheating!

But you already had the memory when you were saying that.

I'll still help you look.

You don't have to. I appreciate it, though. Even the cheating.

I know I don't have to. I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to.

If we find more train pictures, don't say I didn't try to give you an opportunity to avoid it.

I've been seeing weirder things on the walls, don't sweat it.

[goes to open the door for her :D]

That and you glow green, you mean?

[steps out into the hall!]

Well... yeah. Exactly, actually. [follows her] I wish our memories were in our own rooms. It's like your life is being made public.

[stares at a few things on the wall]

That's probably the point.

I don't see the point of that. Are we supposed to be embarrassed? [starts looking at the wall, holding his chin in thought]

Embarrassed, horrified... take your pick. Some of the stuff I've been given is not stuff other people should see. [crosses her arms]

I'll help you find as many as I can so at least no one has to sees those particular memories.

[she looks at him, confused, but then smiles]

I can see why we're friends.