But that makes sense. See, I have... I guess you could call it a theory? I don't know, I only started thinkin' about it recently. But maybe magic is like singin' or art. You're born with a certain amount of talent. Some people are amazin' geniuses, some people can't do it for shit, but most people can do it a little. Maybe they get a little better if they practice and work hard, but most of 'em won't bother. But if you never give a kid any music or any art supplies, then you'll never know what they could do. And maybe that's how some worlds work. I always felt like I didn't belong back home. Like I was missin' this piece that everyone else had, to tell them what to do with their life. And then I came here, and it was like the difference between night and day. Maybe the stone [ ?? ] was just like that. I mean, I'm not sure how it works with super speed, but.

[ All she can do is shrug. There's so much that she has just accepted she'll never understand. Magic stones and being a human roadrunner are just two on the list.

Tilting her head to one side, Julie looks at Wanda, maybe with a bit of surprise in her eyes. ] You don't hafta thank me. I -- I know how it is to miss people. But people are only gone when no one remembers their name. I used to...

[ There's a pause where she falters, looks away and frowns. It's like reaching into the depths of her soul to talk about, even if she knows it's for the best. ]

I used to just write down names. I was alone. So I got the biggest piece of posterboard I could find and wrote down every name I could remember, in all different colors. Had a whole stack of 'em. I was the only person who was still around to do it.