It's just like before at first, this memory that Fred can't quite get at. It's new and familiar all at once, and suddenly, it's just familiar.

If it were happening in a movie she was watching, Fred would already be throwing her popcorn at the screen. But as it is, she keeps kissing Jason as it starts coming back to her, piece by piece: the island, the collar, the council speech, even Victorian London. It's still a little fuzzy, but she's sure it's real, that it all happened, even if she can't really explain how just yet.