For some reason, he can't forget her.

The slow, delicate motion of her fingertips as they traced the outline of the puzzle. All he had to do was guide her hand, telling her how to assemble. Silently listening to her chatter about subjects that he did not find interesting.

The way she spoke. The fast, enigmatic beat blended perfectly with her light voice. Near liked that sound; He thought better when Linda spoke to him. It helped him concentrate. The whole world made sense if Linda described it.

It had started in the winter. Near had temporarily left the puzzle while being called in to Roger's office, returning to find that Linda was struggling with it.

He didn't want to push her away. Instead, he proceeded to help her, taking her small hand in his. Guiding her slowly, slowly. The autistic girl blushed slightly, then continued under Near's silent instruction. Slowly completing the puzzle.

The enigmatic tone of her sing-song voice, the warmth of her small, delicate hand. It was as if time itself had truly stopped, brought to a halt by Linda's presence.

And then L had died, and Wammy's was gone.

Near sighes as he tries to arrange the puzzle pieces before him. It is impossible, it doesn't make sense. His mind is blurred; He just can't concentrate.

He's gown used to it. Grown used to the way she smiled radiently, grown used to the way she laughed. Grown used to the fact that she'll help him solve the puzzle.

The last time he saw her had been in the fall.
Linda was reciting a peice on the piano, her nimble fingers gliding softly across the ebony. Only once had she looked up, nearly breaking her concentration. Flashed a delicate, warm smile in Near's direction.

The song was for Near.

She wouldn't know just how many times Near had played it. Memorized it, gone over it in his mind. Playing the exact tune again, and again, and again. Making sure to play the exact same faults, so that it would be Linda's song. Linda's song, meant for him and him only.

She'd never know now.

So Near gets up and proceedes to play it once again. Gevanni sighs.

He's grown a bit sick of "Fur Elise".