Something sparked within you. Not a memory per se, but a feeling. A feeling of warm familiarity. A feeling that you shouldn't go home, that you belonged here. Why did you feel that way? You didn't know this woman, nor did you owe her anything outside of a business transaction that she had already paid in full. So why then did you feel compelled to stay?

Natasha's quivering voice broke through the fog and drew your attention back to her. Her tone was pleading and her eyes full of desperation. "If you stay here with me, I'll continue paying you.  Hell, I'll sell off whatever priceless things I own. Just... please..."

(What do you decide?)