Suddenly she remembered. Chère. Francis had called her that, before his death. Why had she been looking for him? It did not make sense, and yet, she knew that she had been. She could remember the entire thing and that man, who she had been chasing. Quickly Adelaide glanced out the window, hoping to see him. He was gone, though. So were her nurses. "Someone I know I will never find," she said finally as she turned her attention back to Lucrète.