"Okay." She said calmly, taking the collar from him and setting it aside. Worry about that later. Night Sky pulled away from him so she could turn them both around to face each other properly, criss-cross applesauce on the bed. She took his hands and looked into his eyes.

"Let's think of something you'll remember. Something weird enough I would register it. Uh. Seashell? Oyster?"