A/N: This is what happens when you're an adolescent begging for your normal emotions back. Please don't kill me!

It is a gray day, cloudy and humid but, so far, with only a small chance for the relief of rain. Kit Rodriguez, twenty-five and a successful mechanic, walks down the streets of New York City, heading to his shop. All of a sudden, he spies a woman leaning against a building, staring off into space, on the other side of the street. Nothing about her is particularly remarkable--dark hair, gray eyes, average height and a little thin. But somehow his eye is draw to her, and he feels he has somehow seen her before.

That's ridiculous, the rational side of his mind tells him firmly. You see hundreds of strangers every day. New York is full of them.

But he can't just keep walking. This woman looks so familiar. Kit sighs and stops directly across the street from where she is, studying her. As if feeling his stare, she looks directly at him, and draws in a visible breath. They stand there for a split second, an eternity, while the world freezes around them. Within Kit the feeling of recognition grows stronger and stronger--until...he knows. He knows, and everything comes rushing back. The beginning--the alternate New York, the strange powers; the middle, all the things they'd done, all the missions, all the travel and the wonder; the end... Abruptly, the strange woman breaks the eye contact and hurries off down the street, head bowed.

Kit crosses the street at a fast walk, nearly getting hit by a cab in the process. He doesn't even hear the angry driver leaning on the horn. All he sees is the back of her head, and he begins to jog, and then to run, until he is just behind her.



She turns. Pedestrians continue to flow around them as they stare at each other. The woman watches Kit, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. As he watches, one rolls down her cheek. she says softly, and he doesn't wonder how she knows his name. He knows hers.



You--you remember! she exclaims, surprised and sad. How--they said--after--you weren't supposed to remember.

I didn't. Not until...I saw you. And even then, not at first. He is awkward. He hasn't seen her for ten years.
Suddenly the tears begin to flow unchecked down her cheeks.



No. Don't, she says, voice choked. I lost you. After...after what happened, somehow I couldn't blame you. It was just too much to take. Your mother, your father, Carmela...

Remembering, Kit begins to cry too. He moves toward her, but she steps backward.

But in losing...the wizardry, she continues, you lost me too. And Kit, I understand.

All he can do is shake his head and weep. He is crying for his family, he is crying for the wizardry his lost. He is crying for Nita.

But--but things can't go back to how they were. I want to, and you want to, but that's not enough. The Powers-- she pauses and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. the Powers--don't want to, she finishes awkwardly.

He sighs.

I know. And will I forget this?

I don't know. Maybe.

Before I go...Nita. Nita, I'm sorry.

She nods once, and turns away. He follows her retreating back with his eyes until she is lost in the crowd of New York life.