[Ben smiles for her then. He smiles more often these days, more than he ever has in his life, he does so more freely than he would ever have imagined possible just out there in the open, out where anyone can see, less because he is not afraid and more because he never remembers to fear. But this is not that smile.

This is subtle and warm and affectionate, this is light behind his eyes and an easy exhale, this is love.]

I never forgot you, Abigail. I never will. [He forgets things sometimes, but not people; he loses time, but not friends.]

You are still the girl the beautiful soul, and I will tell your story to others that will listen, and I will remind others of you for as long as I am alive.

[He reaches, then, to touch her hair; not to do anything with it, but just to smooth his fingertips over top, to add a sensory memory to the utter detail of his perception.]

Remember me? [Remember, if he loses himself, that he once had himself and she saw it; remember that there is one person at least in all the worlds that never doubted her.]