He remembered all of this because in that present moment, he had too. He had to remember what it felt like to be May and know what was going through her brainwashed mind right then. Keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings, he slowly walked back to the girl. “May, where’s your Mommy?” “Daisy told me she was getting dinner ready.” “She said your Mommy was getting dinner ready?” May nodded. “When was the last time you saw her?”
