Lorna, with her big green doe eyes, looked back at Erik like he held all the answers. Because he did, didn't he? He was the Master of Magnetism. She was only the downsized version of him. "I've never been to Europe," she said, wondering why he had asked. "And I don't know who took me. I can remember his face, sort of, but I..."
She rubbed her forehead - bits and pieces of the experience came back to her. Painful things, things they had tried to erase but she still could relive it all in persistent flashbacks. Small ones. "I think they tampered with my memory."