"It was about my friend, Sam, only... It wasn't her." Lara frowns down at her hands, fidgeting in her lap. "She was. Possessed. By the soul of an ancient queen. And we were matched together, like here." She blows out a breath, "It was awful, but at the end there was a little girl, someone I've never seen before. She said... Something."

Her frown deepens, hands fisting, "I can't remember it now, I know it was important, but--" She forces the tension out, running a hand through the loose hair around her face and looking back up at Sans, "And that's all. Maybe it's crazy, but I feel like it had something to do with this place."