”No, it’s all pretty blurry. It wasn’t anything special from what I can remember. A lot of bland white walls. I’m surprised I found my way out at all,” Gwen shook her head. She wished she had more information for him. That somehow she could draw upon some vivid memory that would answer all her questions. But there was nothing like that at all.
”I’m sorry. I know I’m not a lot of help.”
"Hey, don’t worry about it." There was something about this girl that instinctively made Hank trust her and want to help her. "We’ll figure this out, somehow."
He gave her an encouraging smile. ”Do you need anything else for the moment?”