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It’s an instinct. A feeling. The Force brought us together  

                    to mike, this was like PROM, but even better. some might say he was stuck in high school — wanting to relive the glory days && go back to much simpler times. but honestly, what the hell was wrong with that ?? unlike many, he could only assume, he loved those days. as an athlete he got along alright, more than alright to be perfectly honest. so, mike already was having a good time, drink in hand as he wandered the place when amelia spoke to him. an easy, dimpled grin met her own, nodding enthusiastically as peered around the venue once again. “hell yeah. can’t complain — food, music — it’s all fucking perfect.” only then did he catch onto her words. “wait — you’re tellin’ me you did all this ??” raven brows arched, impressed as smirk widened. “well shit. you deserve at least one drink or something. CELEBRATE a little.”

Amelia had been working events for a long time at this point. Even for being twenty-four, she had more experience than a lot of the people she met during her internship. She probably could’ve done something great there, but her family was more important to her. Her sister was just finishing high school and her mother needed help, even if she wouldn’t come out and say it. Nice thing about Ivywood, they sometimes threw decent events and she got to help. Amelia told everyone she would meet them there, knowing she would have some work to do before the event started. As she finished getting ready, Amelia slowly moved down the stairs, eyes moving over the event happening below. It was okay for her to have fun and to forget about everything going on for a little while, plus she was in love with her dress and excited to get to wear it. Spotting someone, she smiled before speaking. “Are you enjoying the gala so far? I honestly think it turned out pretty great, but I might be a little biased.” 

                    while luna couldn’t exactly remember the particulars, the sight of one draco malfoy had them a bit uneasy. if luna were anyone else, perhaps they’d be worried about such a lapse, but she wasn’t. things always sorted themselves in the end. “well perhaps you should continue to not have such a realization. might be EASIER for everyone.” she paused however, gaze not wandering away. he seemed different, && she was CURIOUS. “how long have you been here ??”

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               Of  all  of  the  people  from  his  Hogwarts  days,  he  supposed  that  it  would  make  sense  for  Looney  Lovegood  to  be  in  the  middle  of  a  strange  situation.  Still,  he  figured  that  his  first  time  seeing  her  would  be  out  in  public,  not  in  the  middle  of  a  gala.  “  I  didn’t  realize  you  were  in  town.  ”  He  spoke  civilly.  He  was  trying  to  better  himself,  after  all.

                    beverly may not have lived under her father’s thumb for quite some time, but the process of learning about herself && getting comfortable with that was ongoing. formal dresses, galas, they weren’t quite her thing yet. bev’s smile in reply was INSTANT. “eh, i feel —” the words pretty silly quickly dropped off at the SINCERITY of his expression. “— thanks.” cheeks rosy as sapphire gaze then took him in fully. “is that a clip-on??” beverly teased before tugging playfully at his tie. real.  “well, now i can officially say the same to you.” she reached to straighten his tie && pocket square despite how perfectly placed they already were. “you trying to impress somebody ??”

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               Ben  shouldn’t  feel  awkward  around  Bev,  especially  not  after  everything  they’d  been  through  together,  but  her  not  remembering  their  relationship  made  him  feel  like  that  twelve  year  old  boy  that  was  head  over  heels  in  love  with  her  back  in  Derry.  Still,  there  was  no  one  else  that  he  would  have  rather  spent  this  event  with,  so  he  made  his  way  over  to  her.  “  Hey,  Beverly.  ”  He  smiled,  taking  a  moment  to  look  down  at  her  outfit  and  hoping  that  the  look  on  his  face  wasn’t  too  obvious.  “  You,  uh…  You  look  really  nice.  ”

                    at the collision, johanna scowled, words of spite about to part lips when her dark gaze saw her, the mockingjay herself. despite the two not always seeing eye to eye, johanna assumed the other wouldn’t go as far as to pretend to not know whom she was. not after everything. apparently the rumors regarding memories in this place were TRUE. if only she could’ve been so lucky. a forced smile tugged at the corners of her lips, though unable to meet her eyes ( they hadn’t been for quite some time ). “you appear so agile — suppose clumsiness truly is in one’s DNA.” she reached around the other for a few hordorves. johanna would never admit it, but it was almost comforting to talk to someone so familiar, even if they didn’t know, even if it was katniss. “but i can’t blame you for wanting to run away with a full plate. it is all quite good && readily available. i wonder how they’re paying for it all though.” 

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Katniss was surprised she had it in her to leave George’s side at all. It wasn’t that she was dependent on him so much as it was she didn’t really enjoy parties. Something seemed chillingly familiar about it but she couldn’t pin anything down. One of the few things she did like about parties was the food. It was the only thing provided by this party that she didn’t actively avoid. Perhaps she should have tried to avoid it a little because she was becoming certain that she was starting to annoy some of the other guests getting something to eat as well. When she turned to leave, she almost collided with another person. Her breath held for a couple of seconds, Katniss quickly took stock of the situation before letting out a sigh of relief. “That was a close one. I promise, if I spill food on anyone tonight, it’ll be myself.”

I SUSPECT NARGLES ARE BEHIND IT.

                    seeing everyone else joyous at such a celebration, finn felt like he should be as well. but he couldn’t. he was not long ago, when the resistance finally saw VICTORY, but it seemed that would be short-lived. perhaps he was foolish to think it would take time for palpatine, supporters, or even someone or something new to make such an impact. but whatever brought him here, it felt  d a r k  . even at the sight of a younger someone who represented light, HOPE  ; for it couldn’t be her. “general organa ??” the name slipped his tongue regardless, dark gaze immensely confused. @impcrishable​​  /  leia organa.

                    despite the unfamiliarity with the music, beverly had never been one to shy away from dancing. whether it be for a middle school talent show or even an event such as this it always served as a proper DISTRACTION. it’s difficult to overthink when the beat of the music is pounding against ears, one’s heart. beverly stopped however when she spotted bill. her usual smirk warming her features as she shuffled over. “i must say, you’ve all come a long way from the whitey tighties,” bev jested, nudging his shoulder lightly with her own. “you enjoying the party so far ?? well i guess i should say, ball. it is rather fancy. who’d of thought us LOSERS would ever be invited to one, huh ??” @wxlksxflxfx​​  /  bill denbrough.

                    this whole evening seemed like a horrendous idea. always such a waste, whether that be food, recourses, or time. it practically mirrored a party at the esteemed president’s mansion. ivywood already made her uneasy, && this only made it worse. all the more so when someone in particular caught her eye —— someone she’d known for years, had studied prior to her own games && worked alongside for the rest. but it was IMPOSSIBLE. capitol mutts — their eyes resembled past tributes but certainly the capitol couldn’t do more ... she hoped. johanna waited until he was alone to approach, immediately defensive, gaze cold. “what are you ?? — who sent you ??” @spcllbovnd​  /  finnick odair.

                    weight swayed from foot to foot in rhythm with the beat as DREAMY gaze wandered around the venue until she spotted a familiar face. a slight squeal erupted from luna as danced her way over, eyes wide, bright. “lara jean !! i hope you know how SPECTACULAR you look. if not, i’ll make sure to remind you every hour until you’re sure of it.” luna meant it to. knowing her she’d set an alarm to remind herself to do just that. “have you seen the chocolate fountain yet ??” luna’s thoughts were always rapid with no real destination. && currently ?? her massive sweet tooth was on the mind.  “— it’s the biggest one i’ve ever seen.”   @dcvinely​  /  lara jean covey.

                    events that broke up the norm of daily life were always luna approved. she felt  l i g h t e r  already, a quick twirl on the back her heel as a chuckle passed her lips. “this place is so FANCY, ginny.” she chimed, blue eyes turning to her friend ( such an uncommon word for luna to say, to even think of having, but in ginny it rung true ). “before i forget, i made you something. as your friend && honorary date i simply had to.” && with that luna pulled out a piece of paper from her purse, a drawing she made of the other. “i can hold onto if for you till the end if you want. but it’s my thanks. you know, for coming with me && everything.” @spcllbovnd​  /  ginny weasley.

                    having not grown up with any TRADITIONS, finn found them all a bit odd, albeit fascinating. valentines day, one day to show love to family, to friends. he already knew it wasn’t going to be his favorite. in the midst of war, one day was never enough. he’d been admiring some of the questionable heart décor when he felt it — a draw to someone he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. finn had heard of the memory lapses, the identical faces that some people in this town had to endure, but he knew her. finn immediately rushed over to rey, arms winding tightly around her frame. “rey. you’re here. you’re okay.” a pause, brows worriedly knit. “i mean, you are okay, right ?? SAFE ??” @spcllbovnd​​  /  rey.

                    beverly’s practiced, silent footsteps inside && outside her childhood home took years to master. but, they did her well even now as she snuck back into the venue after a smoke break. she’d been trying to quit, but the DREAMS — they were just getting worse with each face she recognized ( though, she’d take it, if it meant seeing them all again ). she was moving towards the drinks when she spotted him, smile warm as she propped herself up next to him. “i saw a YELLOW WARBLER the other day.” she mused as if they had just spoken yesterday, not ten years or more ago. “i remembered them from your book. so keep an eye out stanny, i think they’re slowly coming back since it’s getting a little warmer.”   @spcllbovnd​  /  stanley uris.

                    EARTH — quite a strange system, even stranger having never heard of it before. they’d won the war ; certainly palpatine couldn’t have found a way to come back again ... && again, right ?? racing thoughts shortly stopped however at the sight of the other. the FORCE could do many things, but it couldn’t bring back the dead. finn knew he was foolishly HOPEFUL, but the words came before he could stop himself. “has anyone ever told you that you resemble this one famous rebellion general ?? or —” a younger version of him. “ — sorry. guess i’m just trying to find familiar faces in everybody,” he attempted to quip. @edgcofgreat​  /  han solo.

“ It was Beverly Marsh, her auburn hair a dazzling cloud around her head && upon her shoulders, her eyes a lovely gray-green. ”        ~  IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  B.M.

“ I think I'll just go down && have some pudding && wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end. ”     ~ IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  L.L.

“ She won very convincingly portraying herself as WEAK && HELPLESS so that she would be ignored. “      ~ IVYWOOD BALL OUTFIT  /  J.M.

{ john boyega, cis man, he/him } have you heard that ( finn ) from ( star wars ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  he is ( twenty-four ) years old and is a ( firefighter ).  I’ve heard that he has a tendency to be ( protective & empathetic ) and ( anxious & impulsive ), and they have ( all ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: unknown nicknames: finn, FN-2187, eight-seven age  / birthday: 24 /  11 aby hometown: artorias  height: 5′10″ occupation: firefighter gender  /  pronouns: cis man  /  he/him orientation: pansexual

PAST

( tw: abduction, brainwashing, war ) a boy, taken at the age of three with no memories of a childhood, is forced to serve the First Order. given the name, if one can all it that, FN-2187, he is programmed, trained to become a stormtrooper. despite his natural abilities — a leader in the making, he was too empathetic despite the First Order’s efforts. he soon realized what they were doing was wrong, & with that he helped smuggle out Resistance pilot, Poe Dameron, from the Starkiller base, & also got a real name — Finn.  after a flight gone wrong, he soon met Rey & while at first wanting to simply run away, in fear the First Order would find him & his belief that the cause would lose regardless, he later changed his mind. finn realized how important the Resistance was, & that there were things worth fighting for. & boy, was there a lot of fighting. the star wars universe is so big, so just know things happened, & Finn grew stronger & stronger in his beliefs aligning with the Resistance. he became a General along with Poe. he also learned he was force sensitive & that the force really does bring people together :’). he loves his people okay, finn & john boyega deserve so much love, bless. give finn a lightsaber or i riot, disney. you can find his wiki here.

IVYWOOD

finn woke up with no memory of how he got here. he’s concerned™ but mainly for his friends. if anything he hopes they’re not here & are safe at their homes. he’s trying to learn as much about this place as he can, for it’s all so foreign to him. he has suspicions that there’s something dark at play, but he’s trying to be optimistic.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends 🥺, roommates?, any & everything <3

{ wolfgang novogratz, cis man, he/him } have you heard that ( mike munroe ) from ( until dawn ) appeared in town?  i know, i can’t believe it either.  he is ( twenty-two ) years old and is a ( law student ).  I’ve heard that he has a tendency to be ( driven & persuasive ) and ( vain & immature ), and they have ( none ) of their old memories.

BASICS

name: michael munroe nicknames: mike, mikey age  / birthday: 22 /  may 25th astrological sign: gemini-taurus cusp hometown: alberta, canada ( though ivywood in his memory ) height: 6′3″ occupation: law student gender  /  pronouns: cis man  /  he/him orientation: heterosexual

THE PAST

depending on how the game is played, there’s different events ; there’s a lot to cover so alas here’s his wiki. but !! since it has been almost six years since this game came out ( & i’m still not over it bye ), here’s a smol rundown of this asshole <3. when/if he ever does get his memories back, he’ll remember himself as the SOLE SURVIVOR outcome just cause we love pain :) :) :).

( tw: bullying, death, cannibalism mention, creatures/wendigo )

a year before the incident, mike & his friends were staying at the washington’s vacation lodge — hannah was known for having a crush on mike, despite the fact that he was dating emily at the time. they prank hannah by having mike confess his attraction to her while the other friends hide & film it ( with the exception of josh, sam, & beth ). things get a little 👀 when the others reveal themselves, ofc embarrassing hannah. they pull the it’s just a prank speech, but hannah runs outside, soon followed by her twin beth — they disappeared & were never seen again ... in human form at least :)

a year later they all come back to the lodge for a reunion, only now mike is dating jessica, emily’s former best friend. shit gets real™, & eventually the group finds out that josh was pranking them all for killing hannah & beth ... but also because of the cursed land & of a mining accident that happened in 1952 ( one that required the miners to resort to cannibalism to live ), hannah turned into a wendigo in her efforts to survive and is attacking them ... bless.

they then can all live or die one way or another ( with the exception of josh, who turns into a wendigo himself rip ), they’ve been through a lot, bless ‘em. hopefully that made the tiniest bit of sense ?? <3. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

IVYWOOD

his personality is pretty much the same, with the exception of the lovely character development we get throughout the game, unfortunately. so long story short, mike is trash — but with a hidden heart of gold that can make him at the very least recyclable from time to time. he’s ambitious, persuasive ( * sometimes manipulative ), & is definitely a serial dater partly due to his fear of commitment. he fears isolation, yet pushes people away so you know ... make that make sense. in his fake memories, he’s lived here all his life & quite enjoys it since he’s conventionally popular.

smol headcanon: ( tw: injury, amputation ) in the game there’s a moment where curiosity can get the better of mike, causing his left pinky & ring finger to get caught in a bear trap, he can either then make several attempts to open the trap or amputate his fingers, my mike does the later. in his current memory he believes he severely injured them in a sporting accident, but alas <3.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a fake family !!, exes — more than likely on bad terms, current fling, fwb, brotp, ride or die, squad, someone he tutors, rivals, frenemies, etc <3.

- Isabel Allende

                    luna had never been one to overly care about appearances. it’s not that they’d let themselves go, if anything it was the opposite. whatever spoke to her that day is what she’d wear — && luckily sometimes it matched. the questioning STARES was something she was rather used to at this point — as well as the inevitable comments from some. her usual reaction to such, a small grin, quickly formed. “but yellow is such a WARM color. it’s bright — a person can’t not be happy when looking at yellow. that’s just science.” luna rebutted, shrugging their shoulders. “but i will agree with you on periwinkle && seafoam green. those are lovely colors too. they go quite nicely together too — always reminds me of the water or something. — actually i saw a floral shirt at finder’s keepers the other day with those very colors.”

Regina didn’t remember much of anything. To her knowledge, she has always been in Ivywood. Maybe that’s why she felt so assertive as she would have been back at home. Still, she was still the same Regina. Manipulative, brutally honest, beautiful. It was a shame that she wouldn’t have much character development even without her memories. Anyways, Regina was on the prowl for new photoshoot spots. If she wanted to continue her growth on Instagram, and other social media apps, she needed to up her game. On the search for one, however, she spotted someone who, in her opinion, was in a fashion emergency. Even though in high school she wouldn’t say it to their face, she was more than ready to give unsolicited advice. “That color does not look good on you. May I suggest a periwinkle or… maybe even a seafoam green?” Pink was her color, however, but she limited it to Wednesdays. 

edgcofgreat​  /  ben * !!

               Ben  was  up  late,  as  usual,  working  on  some  mock-up  designs  for  a  project,  which  would  have  been  fine  if  he  didn’t  have  to  be  up  this  morning.  So,  he  decided  to  stop  by  The  Grind  and  grab  a  coffee,  and  maybe  a  breakfast  pastry,  before  what  was  sure  to  be  another  long  day.  It  wasn’t  until  he  heard  not  only  a  familiar  phrase,  but  a  familiar  voice  that  made  his  heart  practically  leap  out  of  his  chest  as  he  quickly  turned  around.  “  Beverly…?  ”  He  muttered,  taking  a  moment  to  look  at  her,  just  to  be  sure  it  wasn’t  a  coincidence.  No,  he’d  know  her  face  anywhere.  “  Oh  my  God,  Bev.  ”  Tears  started  welling  up  in  his  eyes  as  he  quickly  wrapped  her  in  a  hug.  

🎈❤️🔥

                    TOUCH — her body momentarily stiff ( questioned intentions ever since childhood, always expecting the worst ) until his arms wrapped around her. realization immediately struck, soft smile dazzling across lips as arms curled around him in turn. “ben hanscom.” now there was no doubt. he was the kindest of all she knew, from her past && present ; she wouldn’t doubt future too. “it’s good to see you.” despite the years it had been since she last remembered seeing him beverly inexplicably felt at HOME, a feeling she had rarely felt even now that life had considerably calmed since being out of derry. a chuckle, soft hand moved comfortingly up && down his spine. “c’mon new kid, it’s only been a few years.” she lightly teased. if anything she was almost ashamed that even for a moment she had forgotten him, all of the losers. “you guys decide to have a reunion or something without me ?? joke’s on all of you cause i was already here.”

She laughed at the stars, frightened but free, her terror as sharp as pain and as sweet as a ripe October apple, and when a light came on in an upstairs bedroom of the house this stone wall belonged to, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and fled off into the night, still laughing. — IT by Stephen King

edgcofgreat​  /  rue * !!

               Rue’s  eyes  went  wide.  It  wasn’t  a  question  that  she’d  expected,  and  she  honestly  had  to  think  for  a  moment  before  answering.  “  Well,  right  now  I’m  reading  Pride  and  Prejudice.  We  didn’t  have  a  lot  of  books  like  this  back  home,  and  so  far  it’s  a  pretty  good  read.  ”  She  smiled,  holding  up  the  book  in  question.  “  I  don’t  know,  it’s  hard  for  me  to  pick  a  favorite.  ”

                    "a fan of LOVE i take it ?? well, it is the season, can’t fault you for that.” luna knew it was a classic, but it was one she had yet to read. “i’ll take your word for it && get it,” she nodded with a knowing smile. “i guess it was rather unfair of me to ask. there’s so many && sometimes it depends on the day.” a pause, she racked her brain for how even she’d answer that question. “ — have you heard of area 51 ?? i read a book about it once, had evidence to support the study of aliens there. i quite enjoyed that one. then again, to say it’s my favorite ?? it’d be a stretch.”

                    beverly knew better than to expect the line to be short at the grind, especially early in the morning. like many others, the redhead needed a strong cup of coffee to even start her day. bev always wanted to be a morning person && yet every morning it’s the same — alarm instantly snoozed ... usually several times. unable to stop a yawn from parting lips, she let out a grumpy, yet slightly amused chuckle. “is there a SECRET PASSWORD or something ??” she playfully implored to the person in front of her. “something we could say to make them take us next or miraculously make the line go faster ??” a jest, && perhaps a lot of wishful thinking, but the idea made the wait a little more bearable. @edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom.

                    there wasn’t a lot of people left in johanna’s life — in fact there were more people now than there were just a few years ago. the quarter quell, the rebellion ... most things johanna would never chose to relive. but, somewhere in all that a few people managed to stick, not that she’d ever admit that to them. but she was getting desperate to figure out what was going on, to know she wasn’t completely alone or losing it more than she already had. the bakery, she should’ve known he’d be here. “— one of whatever’s freshest. && of course, anything you got on why the hell we’re here.” johanna managed a small smirk, warm for her ; she always was rather straight to the point.

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Peeta worked easily in the bakery, finding peace among the recipes and the decorating. He was good at it and enjoyed every minute of it. He got up early in the morning and went to work, spent most of his time in the back baking and decorating everything in his path. Most o the time he didn’t interact too much with customers, but today happened to be one of the days where everyone was pitching in where they could. Peeta was spending a lot of time up front and in the back, trying to keep up with everything. On his trip back to the front, he saw a customer waiting and took the chance to help. “Welcome.” He spoke in a soft voice. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

                    hands brushed through fabric samples, weighing her options for what she wanted to create next. however, at her name she turned to the other, confusion immediate. his face, so FAMILIAR yet near impossible to place. memories have always been a bit  f o g g y  , but that’s how it always got with age, right ?? “bill.” the name pushed past her lips before she fully recognized him, memories of a voice calling out ‘ hi-yo, silver, away !! ’, the quarry, a house on neibolt street, suddenly coming to mind. “holy shit !!” she chuckled, smile warm. “i’ve been here quite a while.” at least to her it felt like it. “portland didn’t work out,” she shrugged, already feeling desperate to keep up with her ever racing mind. “what about you ?? here i thought derry was small ; guess the whole world is.”

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for Beverly 

Bill had ran into a few members of the Loser’s Club, but he hadn’t seen all of them yet. There had been no sign of Pennywise, which brought both relief and a little bit of worry. While Bill wanted to believe that they were in the clear, but of him felt like it wasn’t going to be that easy. He had been lost in his own thoughts when his eyes landed upon a familiar girl. Bill could feel himself pause before he finally called out to her. “Beverly?” He questioned, jogging over to her. “Is that you? When did you get here?” 

                    there wasn’t much that could NUMB the memories of the past, especially here. no morphling to be found ( then again, perhaps it was a strange, painful blessing — she’d seen what morphlings became ). && while liquor was hardly the same, it would do. hand raked through hair that johanna once questioned would ever grow back as she made herself comfortable, brow arched at her words as unamused gaze turned towards the other. “well —” a pause, her sights now moving around the ever crowding bar. “guess you better save that one.” johanna mused, pointedly looking at the chair opposite of Katarina. “first come, first serve,” she chimed with feigned warmth, slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

—- “Are you god damn kidding me?” Katarina exhales as her eyes fix upon the bartender. He had a very specific task. And that task was? To fill a wine glass with human blood. However, This human was a complete useless individual. She clears her expression and it switches to a sincere one – a grin upon her face & her body leaning in towards him. “If immortality is what you want, I will gladly give it to you. But, you need to follow directions exactly as I say.” Katarina speaks softly before locking eyes with him and compelling him. “Re-fill this cup. to the rim.” And with that, the man goes to the back. A devilish smile upon her and within a second, it fades to hear someone sat by her. But, the smile returns as she looks at the person before her. “I believe this seat is taken.”

                    books of all kinds had always been a comfort. a SANCTUARY with the world being as it was. even nonfiction novels were able to lighten spirits. luna was a frequent customer to the shop, whether they were there for  h o u r s  reading about how saolas live out in the wild or just there to quickly pick something up. lips pursed as they took a moment to answer ( honestly asking themselves that same question ). “yes, actually. what’s your favorite book ?? i think it can tell a lot about a person, don’t you ?? plus i’d love something maybe new.”

                Rue’s  days  were  usually  spent  in  her  little  shop,  tucked  away  in  the  corner  of  town.  She  did  good  business,  but  the  majority  of  her  day  was  spent  behind  the  counter  reading,  or  restocking  the  shelves.  Currently,  she  was  doing  the  former,  until  she  heard  the  little  bell  over  the  door  ring,  signaling  that  someone  had  entered  the  shop.  Putting  a  bookmark  in  her  book,  she  stood.  “  Can  I  help  you  find  anything?  ”