Over a year, for me. Since I last saw you. [ Pauses. ... Counts on her fingers.

Pauses again.

Recounts.

... Shakes her head. ]

Names are like a tether. To the present. To who "I" am. The name I was born with isn't safe to use, and my sense of self and my memories are [ ... ] ... kind of a fractured mess ... I don't. Um. Actually ... remember everything. So.