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There's something a little surreal about the way he starts to scroll through the pictures on his phone. It makes perfect sense -- if they were both here for any amount of time, of course they'd have pictures of one another -- but likenesses aren't so easily obtained back home. It's not often that, when speaking of a lost loved one, someone can pull out a drawing or a painting, let alone a crisp, perfectly captured moment of frozen time.

When he shows her the photo, things only get more bewildering. Greta blinks, the familiar face taking just a moment to register with her hair and clothes so different, then lets out a little hoot of astonishment. "But that's the Princess!" she blurts. "That's--she looks exactly like the Princess, from back home. Cinderella." Sometimes people share the same face, and part of her knows that this is probably something like that. But she can't help but hope that someone else from home has made it here.