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They
'd
been
blue
,
richer
in
color
than
the
eyes
of
any
other
person
he
could
remember
seeing
before
.
He
tried
to
picture
those
eyes
on
her
now
as
he
looked
at
her
slumbering
face
,
melding
the
two
images
in
his
mind
.
Her
black
hair
,
her
perfect
white
skin
,
her
full
lips
...
.
As
he
stared
at
her
,
he
realized
once
more
how
truly
beautiful
she
was
.
Stronger
recognition
briefly
tickled
the
back
of
his
mind
--
a
flutter
of
wings
in
a
dark
corner
,
unseen
but
there
all
the
same
.
It
lasted
only
an
instant
before
vanishing
into
the
abyss
of
his
other
captured
memories
.
But
he
had
felt
something
.
"
I
do
know
her
,
"
he
whispered
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
.
It
felt
good
to
finally
admit
it
out
loud
.
Newt
stood
up
.
"
What
?
Who
is
she
?
"
"
No
idea
.
But
something
clicked
--
I
know
her
from
somewhere
.
"
Thomas
rubbed
his
eyes
,
frustrated
that
he
could
n't
solidify
the
link
.
"
Well
,
keep
bloody
thinking
--
do
n't
lose
it
.
Concentrate
.
"
"
I
'm
trying
,
so
shut
up
.
"
Thomas
closed
his
eyes
,
searched
the
darkness
of
his
thoughts
,
seeking
her
face
in
that
emptiness
.
Who
was
she
?
The
irony
of
the
question
struck
him
--
he
did
n't
even
know
who
he
was
.
He
leaned
forward
in
his
chair
and
took
a
deep
breath
,
then
looked
at
Newt
,
shaking
his
head
in
surrender
.
"
I
just
do
n't
--
"
Teresa
.
Thomas
jolted
up
from
the
chair
,
knocked
it
backward
,
spun
in
a
circle
,
searching
.
He
had
heard
...
