The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

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"Your name is Carolyn McArthur..."

It was amazing, the power of a name. Especially that one. Hearing her name, her real, true, name, had knitted together shattered fragments whirling through Carly's mind.

And then the dam had burst.

The effect of twenty-six years of memories flooding into the brain at once is not exactly slight. If one were to chart it, it would go something like this:

First steps preschool kindergarten fell over and cut my knee primary school tenth birthday leaving Leeds entering boarding school on New London dormitories exams first kiss dancing in ballroom...

The images flashed before her eyes and slotted, like jigsaw pieces, into the appropriate slots.

graduation going home air choking Mum and Dad and Lachlan home too poor for university Dad working on short time no no NO have to LEAVE...

The turmoil continued.

Manhattan Honest Bob Starflier Junker Mammoth Cambridge perfect place laugh of the Mon'Star and lived Alien Organism run Outcast probably a rookie hostile Jump Gate thing against traders lovely shiny new Train slaves the blooming cheek barging into Poole tropics are deadly luxury foods Denver walk into bar drink tastes funny blurring fading blackout CAROLYN MCARTHUR

"Aaaaaah!" Carly screamed, clutching at her head and dropping to her knees right after Graves had asked what it was going to be. "My head..."

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