Sam's brow furrowed, trying to draw up the memory from what seems like another life, another galaxy. He wasn't that far off, really, but between Bete Noire and now had been several long years, during which all memory of the city had faded into a lingering unease, easily explained by his actual, real life.

Because this couldn't be happening. And the notion that was floating up into his consciousness couldn't be right.

"I know you."