There she was! It was her! He knew her! His dreams...
He dismissed the thought. No, it was silly, really. Where might he know her from? Surely, he would have remembered meeting her -- no matter how inebriated he had been, if he had been under any kind of influence.
And yet, in his heart of hearts, in the deepest recesses of his mind, the most intimate part of his soul, he knew. He knew she was right. And perhaps that startled him more than anything.
"I know," he said, softly, though his look showed traces of his inner confusion. "I only wish I knew how," he said.