"Oh. Good," she says, a little relieved that at least he's not looking at her like she's nuts, even if she probably is. Maybe they're both buts, and she can't figure out if that's better or worse.

Fred walks past him and inside, standing awkwardly in the entranceway, and she folds one arm across her body.

"I can't get this whole thing out of my head," she blurts out, "I can't figure out how or why I know you, and I swear, it's got me going 'round in circles. You know how when they put a mouse in a maze and it just keeps going down all he wrong paths at first? It's kinda like that."