The ghost smile came back more pronounced. Nick didn't have to give her an answer to give away that he knew. That she was the only one who hadn't known. Jessica wouldn't have asked if she thought he didn't. She took a sip of her bourbon, smoky with a distant sweetness that most had to concentrate hard on to notice, and carefully set her glass back down. "Morbid curiosity," she answered in an elegant drawl. "I've already gone looking. Not long after I last saw you. And I've found things, pieced them together. I'm remembering my life before the blackout." Dolls, boredom, spiders, loneliness. The significant and insignificant. "There's so much that's still missing, that I can't make sense of, but that I know you can. I want to know how my past, in all its entirety, has led up to...this." Jessica gestured vaguely at herself, eyes fixed on Nick with conviction. She knew what she was asking for, and was prepared to take it. "And I know for certain that it starts with my parents."