The memory came back, signaled only by Medrau blinking and wrinkling her nose slightly. What did it matter, anyway? She had a thousand other silly memories about Song's stray cat collection.

"I don't know what point you're trying to make, though I could guess a few." She reached into her hair as if brushing it back, but when her hand came into few again there was a small dark thing cupped in her palm. She stroked it with the fingertips of her other hand, still wearing that sickly sweet smile.
"Who is it exactly that you are suggesting should walk through walls?"