"They say time erases all," Claudia told him, unmoving, still as a doll in the open window, watching him keenly. "In five years, ten, fifty...don't you think the details might fade?"

They both did and didn't, in fact: at least for her, some details remained sharp, but others she forgot, the less important things. She had no conscience to be haunted, however. That was a mortal problem she was not burdened with.