Sara's still in the library.

But maybe Sara has given up focusing on whatever she had been. Before Leonard.
Or maybe she's given up pretending she was ever focused on anything before that, too.




She's lounging on a free chair. Knee pulled up, leaned to a side. Fingertips relaxed around the rim of a glass seated between her legs, but she's staring at the main room screen. Where the map is. She could probably draw it mostly from memory by now, but it's really questionable if it's even really truly there. Anywhere in front of her eyes. As she stares at it, turning all of it over and over in head, and all she really thinks about, she's aware, is two things. Two people.