"Yes, that's right, he's alive," said Eliza as she sighed.
"He was here all this time, wasn't he?" asked Vincent with his wide eyes, tilting his head for a few seconds, then regaining his composure.
Cough, Cough.
Eliza didn't notice his astonishment nor did she notice how Vincent behaved, she got lost in her own mental realm, "Yes, he's been here all this time, but the funny thing is that I didn't remember this place until I came here four days ago, the last time I came here was when my Big Brother and my parents 'died'..."
Emphasizing the word with distress, Eliza continued, "It's like I've had the moments I spent together with him with my Great-Grandfather erased from my memory." Sighing, she turned her gaze to the floor and her shoulders drooped.