A/N: It might be a little while before I can get the next update up, I have exams for the next two weeks so I'm trying to get some work done but it's not going so well...

Raymond's home was a house in a line of terraced houses in the middle of London. It was tall and narrow looking from the outside and it wasn't very deep on the inside. A family of four would have found it cramped but for one person it was a perfect size.

The kitchen, living room and a small bathroom were situated on the ground floor. The second floor had two bedrooms and proper sized bathroom and the third floor was one big open space with comfy chairs and been bags and musical instruments and bookshelves and a big wireless radio.

After we had arrived, Raymond asked me if I wanted to change my clothes – I was wearing an old, raggedy pair of Bernard's pyjamas that fit me very poorly. When I agreed to change, he led me up the stairs into a large bedroom with a comfy-looking bed and an impressive mahogany wardrobe that didn't really fit in with the rest of the furniture around the room. As I looked at the massive wardrobe, a weird thought dropped into my head from nowhere.

"Your grandfather left you that in his will." I was surprised to hear the words coming out of my mouth and I was even more surprised to see Raymond nod.

"Yeah, that's righ- Wait. How did you know that if you don't have a memory?" He turned slowly on the spot so that his whole body was facing me.

"I- I don't know. I just knew. It just came to me when I looked at it."

We looked at each other for a long minute, both of us trying to figure out what that meant. I decided that it wasn't really a memory it was more a fact or a piece of information that was in my head, so it wasn't the kind of thing that I would have been forced to forget when my identity was wiped from my memory.

"Well anyway..." He moved over to the wardrobe and opened the door, gesturing for me to choose some robes from the selection on the right hand side. As I came closer to the robes, I realised that one half – the half on the left – were clearly men's robes, where as the section on the right had garments that were tailored around the torso in such a way that they had to be women's robes.

"Who did these belong to?" I asked Raymond.

"Er... You, actually." He said it with a small, awkward smile.

"Oh!" I looked at the robes again. I was surprised because they seemed so different to the kind of thing I thought I would have chosen. They were all made of a dark-coloured material – dark reds and dark greens and dark blues and deep blacks. This was in stark contrast with my lilac dress from the wedding which I had not actually chosen myself but I did love it, especially the light colour of it. Each robe also seemed to be either close-fitting or have a low neckline.

In the end I picked out a simple red one that seemed to be one of the least offensive. It looked like it would cover the majority of my cleavage and the waist line seemed to be loose enough. I looked pointedly at Raymond and waited for him to leave. It took him a few seconds to get the hint but then he hasted out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him.

Sighing, I slipped out of the pyjamas and into the red dress.

It felt... comfortably familiar. In fact, it felt very, very familiar.

I looked across the room to get a glimpse of my reflection in the frameless mirror that was propped against one wall. The dress suited me and flattered my figure. And the longer I looked, the more I recognised myself in the reflection.

The reflection of the room started to feel familiar also. The ornately carved grooves on the door of the wardrobe and the patches on the wall where the old paint had peeled off a little and the painting of some magical creature hanging over the bed...

All of sudden, I knew the girl that was staring back at me. There, reflected in the mirror, stood Gaia, I had no doubt about it. I knew her so acutely in that moment and yet- and yet-

I still could not recall any of her memories.

I felt like a character in one of those stories where people see themselves in an alternate universe through the mirror. I was still Sarah and I was still in this world, but I could see Gaia reflected back at me.

Without thinking I stepped closer to the mirror, searching her face, trying to figure it out, trying to uncover her true personality and traits. But the second I moved, the image was gone. The lost-puppy expression on my face was so Sarah-like that Gaia melted away in an instant. I tried to make my features look neutral again but every time I managed to get my face composed it would be ruined by the vague searching-look in my eyes.

I sighed and turned away from the mirror at last. I picked up the discarded pyjamas, folded them and bent down to place them on the bottom of the wardrobe but my eye was caught by and open-topped box full of sheets of paper that was tucked into the back of the wooden vessel. The sheet nearest the top seemed to be a letter and it was signed 'With all my love – Gaia'.

I couldn't resist. I kneeled down on the floor in front of the wardrobe, pulled out the letter and read.

Raymond,

I'm going to do it. I know you don't want me to but at this stage I don't have a choice. My family is asking me to help them and I can't just turn them away. I have a responsibility to my own flesh and blood and I intend to honour that responsibility.

I don't know when I will see or speak to you again, or if I will even recognise you when I do but I just want you to know that I do love you with all my heart and that will never change, no matter who I think I am.

Please don't be angry with me.

With all my love,

Gaia

I reread it. And reread and reread and reread it. There was a gentle knock at the door then, and Raymond stepped back into the room. Seeing him standing in that doorway was an image that I knew so well, that I had seen so often-

"Gaia?"

And it all came rushing back.