It was his memory. Not that it offered any answers. How many thousands of people had he encountered in his lifespan? And if it wasn't her memory, this was their first encounter.
Goddamn, he hated puzzles.
Her question brought him back to a question he'd been asking himself for decades. Why Searchlight? He never had the answer.
But maybe he wasn't asking the right question.
"I used to live here. And I'm trying to find out what was on this spot before they put up a church."
Whistler looked back at the map. Where the slip of a girl had pointed.
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on 2014-01-14 04:09 am (UTC)Goddamn, he hated puzzles.
Her question brought him back to a question he'd been asking himself for decades. Why Searchlight? He never had the answer.
But maybe he wasn't asking the right question.
"I used to live here. And I'm trying to find out what was on this spot before they put up a church."
Whistler looked back at the map. Where the slip of a girl had pointed.
"Why do you live 'here'?"