There are a lot of some ones. So many, actually. But I also love all of the people here. I know that there are people who don't get to have what I have. Is it right to be surrounded by people and still miss the ones who aren't around, even though I'm sure that Cynthia's greatest wish was that we'd be happy here.

[It wasn't something she still was a hundred percent about, and there was still she wanted to know more, but that wasn't the point here].

I remember you. I remember you every time you appear to me. But I've never seen you just around town. Are you someone I know?