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