It was the night she had spoke of. He had had a feeling, but he couldn't know under she was sure. If that was the case, his memory was the same as hers - he never even knew she was there, and he spent the night at the tavern alone.

So why this? Her reaction was one of such surprise that he knew it must not be normal. He joined her on the couch a few moments after she sat, looking down at the piece of paper.

"This book never has things that didn't happen in it?" he asked, trying to understand it himself, now. Surely there was some explanation. "Never?"