The sight of a red-haired woman makes Jamie's heart turn over in his chest, no matter that she's too tall, too beautiful, too much. He freezes in place, lower lip caught between his teeth, until she turns and-

(Red like fire, red like blood)

-he sees the woman's face. It's nothing like his mother's. Nothing like you'd expect to see on someone who has lived to adulthood and been marked by life, as all humans are in one way or another. And yet there's something about it that draws Jamie in, makes him want to touch that red hair and ask-

Ask what?

Air hisses out through his teeth as he stares. It's weird, but he feels like he should know her.