The clothes were familiar, even if the memory itself was distant. The poster, those snow covered streets, sitting with Nina on the sidewalk, telling her that she was real, even if nothing else around them seemed to be.

That was a year ago and in that time, things had changed.

"Come on, let's get you inside," she said, because for the first time, Lily didn't know what else to do. She'd watched Nina die, she'd seen herself the way Nina had seen her and she'd lost her. She'd lost everyone, one by one, but Nina had always been the most difficult.