She tries to reassure herself that of course this is real, it must be real, there have been other people, but she's stuck over the idea that there's a gap, a severe gap in her memory, a gap she can't explain away, one the exact size and shape of another gap that she wishes she still didn't remember the contents of.

"I'm. You'd... where is he? Where's the Predator?" That's the wrong word, but it's the one that slots into place, the Predator who comes and takes away all the safe places to hide. "I... I thought..." She thought she'd escaped, but really. Really Oswin, a magical bar that just happened to show up in the nick of time?

Of course it isn't real.