"Do you think I'm her?" Patawanyme asked, pressing nails into his wrists.
"I think you're more than her." He did not want her to stop.
"But this is all a continuation for you."
"Um, no, it's different," he squirmed.
"It's just continues. But this could be origin if you wanted it. It could be..."
When he woke up, she was gone or maybe had never been there. Erased by time. But even the cave was different, high above the Grand
Canyon.