It was weird. How could it not be? She saw her face, plain as day, scattered throughout Jemma's albums. She was there, in all the right moments as she should be. She was there for her best friend, and that was good. It was right. That was okay. But there was no memory. Not even a vague recollection or hint of deja'vu. Nothing. She could've been photoshopped into the pictures just as easily, but the expression on Jemma's face told her that wasn't possible.
"It's just... surreal," she murmured. She was happy to still be holding Eleanor. She was keeping Daisy grounded. The occasional tugs to Daisy's wavy hair kept her aware she was still there, present, not dreaming, not in TAHATI, not in the Framework. This was real, utterly bizarre, but still somehow, okay.
"I'm glad I was here. I would've wanted to be," she said finally. "I wish I could remember."