Lizzie had been writing. Another notebook, more ideas. She had so many ideas, it was like she didn't have time to write them all down. She'd stopped only because she needed to check something in the last notebook she'd filled which was...
Ugh, she'd left it on her bed.
In her room.
Which was not empty.
"Hope..." she said simply. "I know I don't remember our friendship but I really hope it doesn't mean invasions of privacy." Maybe this was just who Hope was. How did she know? Why was she really trying to be friends, was she trying to find out more about her? Maybe she was lying about everything and Lizzie had walked right into it.
"I'm trying to figure it out. How to fix my memories. Now can you get out of my room please?"