Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
She could sense the reluctance, and she was grateful he was honest despite it. If he didn't recall her father, then she wasn't trapped here. "Then why did you want me to stay?" she asked. Her recollection, muddied as it was, was that her father had stolen something from him. "He stole something from you for me," she admitted, thinking it might jog his memory, looking openly into the familiar, blue eye as she said it.
She rubbed the soft ear between her fingers again with a smile, enjoying the fact that something as large as he was could purr like a kitten. She made no move to leave, despite his confession or her statement. "What do you remember?"