Even though Ami wasn't familiar with the boy, she could still recognize the signs of disappointment as they pulled down the features of his face. Ami felt her chest tighten in sympathy as he spoke in that defeated voice.

"I'm so sorry." What more could she really say? There was something inherently painful about seeing all of these pained faces, knowing that, however unintentionally, she caused them. "Please, come in and sit. I can fix some tea, and perhaps you can jog my memory a bit?" Even if nothing would come of it, at least it would be a good starting point to re-build all that she had lost...whatever that was.