Her hands run over his shoulders and along his upper arms as she enjoys the feeling of his hands on her hips, warm and familiar.

The look of surprise on her face is impossible to miss when he says he's having flash backs. Could that be possible? That he has his own memories from this universe that are turning up with the reminder? Or...somehow, he fell through to this place himself when he jumped off the cliff.

Leaning back so she can look at him intently, her hands frame his face. "I'm not psychic, so those memories are all yours. What do they look like?"