Rent a single room

Tea prepared, steaming softly

The geisha's eyes gleam

"I know you," he says

Before Ethan can speak up

"I've seen you before."

A pause, a dead stop

A matched stare and focus

Raiding memory

There. Faintly. A boy

He's standing in the background

Of Rupert and friends

Chocolate and youth

The taste of blood in his mouth

Handcuffs on his wrists

That's all that is said

Brief memories passing by

No more history