I think about it far more often than I would like. It isn't as wonderful as some might think.

[It's a soft admission, and she isn't quite sure why she answers so honestly. She isn't immortal, but in some ways she might as well be, and the question is unexpected coming from this man, a stranger she'd found bleeding on a staircase.

A part of her wants to ask who stabbed him in the back, but the more sensible side of her knows it's probably not in his best interest. What he needs currently is rest.]

I'm afraid I wouldn't know. If she didn't arrive with you, it's possible she came with the first group of arrivals, but I'd have to know who I'm looking for.