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No, he wasn’t a stranger. His face was familiar, of course it was, and she’d think of his name in a minute. In a minute she’d remember…

But his name never came to her. And suddenly she was afraid.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

He stopped dead. If his face had been unrevealing before, it was flatly blank now.

“Seth,” he said slowly. “Seth Brogan.”

She closed her mouth. Licked her dry lips. Stared at him as if she could force her way through his deliberate blankness, force her way through to what she desperately needed. And asked her next question.

“Who am I?”