If she looks vaguely surprised, it's only because he is the first person who has had the nerve to ask. She respects that.

"It's not very detailed. I'm in a field full of flowers, on a picnic. I look up at the sun, and see the blue sky and the outline of the flowers. I feel completely at peace." She closes her eyes, trying to remember more -- but she's been at this a hundred times, and there never is.

"I think someone is with me. I hear their voice off in the distance, but I couldn't tell you who they are or what they are saying."

She opens her eyes, and shrugs.

"Mine seems like one of the less specific memories. But considering what some people here are remembering, that may be a good thing."