She had this vague notion, an idea gnawing at the back of her mind, that the world was larger than people said it was. Of course, she would never remember it. She walked around in a haze, a timeline with a future but no past. She spoke in a whisper, cogent while distracted. She was both present and distant simultaneously, mumbling thoughtful answers as her mind wandered the far reaches of who knows where. I bumped into her, and after we exchanged hasty apologies, we shuffled off. Afterward, I had this vague notion, that she had already forgotten our encounter.