It's been a long time since she's felt a woman hug her. She stands stock still as the woman does just that, speaking as though she knows her. It's a trick Nancy herself has used before.

"That's not my name. My wounds are superficial now. And I don't know what OK is." So many questions. So many answers Nancy has literally no control over.

She takes a step back from the woman. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the girl you're looking for."