Lexi didn't have many happy memories of home, either. She wanted to say that she did, but her parents being her parents and her sister being her sister, she really didn't. It was too easy to remember the screaming fights in the middle of the night, her sister taking up all of the attention just because she was far prettier than Lexi and because she could.

So any memories of Lexi had would be fairly negative. She didn't want to dwell on it, but she also wasn't aware that seeing visions of home would be possible if she looked into the fire.

"Hi. You said if I had any concerns, I could talk to you, right?"