Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I may have forgotten this before.

‘Déjà woo’, is a condition in which a wooing style of a stranger appears familiar.

Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time... I think I’ve forgotten this before.

I think there is something to Deja Vu. I just can't put my finger on it, which is basically the concept. What a catch-22!

What if you have amnesia, but you don't know about it because you forgot you had it.

Party lights hang over the street, yellow and red and green. Sadie stumbles over someone’s chair, but I’m ready for this and I catch her easily by the arm.

“Sorry, clumsy,” she says.

“You always were, Sadie. One of your more endearing traits.”

Before she can ask about that I slip my arm around her waist. She slips hers around mine, still looking up at me. The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes. We clasp hands, fingers folding together naturally, and for me the years fall away like a coat that’s too heavy and too tight. In that moment, I hope on thing above all others: that she was not too busy to find at least one good man …

She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music. But I hear her – I always did. “Who are you, George?”

“Someone you knew in another life, honey.