The great migration [2]

The memories swept through her consciousness like a tsunami, penetrating every nook and cranny of her mind and taking control of everything that was contained therein. 

Amanda felt as though her world was spinning as a series of images began to pop into her head.

She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there, but when she came to, she noticed that the sun had already started to set. 

"You've finally digested the memories?" 

It was from behind her that she heard a voice that she knew all too well. 

She sat herself down on his chair without even bothering to look at him and tried to digest everything that had been thrown at her. 

She propped her elbows against the table and massaged her forehead. 

"The memories…" 

Her head throbbed. 

"…Are they real?" 

"Why wouldn't they be?" 

Ren appeared right in front of her.