Summer squinted a little at the door. She did sort of vaguely remember drawing something like that before, but these kinds of things were a little hazy and weird on what did and did not get retained from one iteration to the next. She considered this conundrum for a moment and the fact that she was kind of hungry and that sounded really good right now.

"Okay," she said, "if you've met me before, then what's my favorite color?"