He was surprised when she had no memory of being here. Bellamy's brow furrowed as he looked her over. How could she not remember? He knew she'd been here. Every time he had gone home and then ended up back here, Bellamy remembered all of it. He tried to piece it together, to come up with a reason, but in the end it didn't really matter. He didn't care if she didn't remember being here because she was here now. His confused expression evened out and Bellamy lifted a hand to smooth over his sister's hair.
"I don't know. You were here before, but it doesn't matter," he shrugged. "I've been here for..." Bellamy trailed off as he worked out the time, "Over two months." Had it really been that long? It was unreal. "No one knows how it happens and there's some weird thing with time," Bellamy shook his head. "What's the last thing you remember before you got here?" That was probably the best way to approach things. He didn't know if she knew the same things he did. So much had happened the last time he'd gone home.