[ There's a quick double take. She nearly knocks over her rows of lipstick in the process when Jade speaks less of songs and more of the memory. It was a chilling feeling, as if she forgot something near and dear to her. Elizabeth sits in silence, her hands resting on the reflective surface of her vanity. ]

And?

[ Of course, Jade naturally will explain and as she does, she feels worry wash over her. ]

Wait. Hold on a moment.

[ Okay, the dead man. That's concerning and Jade can see her mother's face twist into a bit of panic. ]

That - that's it? A dead man... That can't be like what mine was. [ Could it? ] Are you certain this wasn't a dream or some such?