Fred was very happy to hold onto the Southern fellow and cry. She let it out, and she held tightly to him even more. With a shuddering intake of breath, she stood up straight and started to pull away. She didn't want to be released, but she couldn't mumble into the cowboy's shirt, could she? Oddly, she believed he'd understand her, no matter how much she mumbled.
"Thank you. I know you." She finally glanced up at him. "I don't know how I know you. I know I know you." She took a deep breath, shaking a little with it.
"I don't remember. I can't. And, I remembered something bad. Sort of. I can't." She was on the verge of tears.