Day 2. Trapped in an underground complex run by an insane Computer. Forced to wear jumpsuits, with a fashion future of only being able to wear jumpsuits of another color. Mind-boggling puzzles of exactly how the MemoMax department could accidentally switch people's memories meaning they have access to those memories.

You could say that there were a few things on Felicity Smoak's mind.

Until she see Stiles. She didn't recognize him, at least not his features. But she does recognize that look on his face. She had it just yesterday. Waving at him from a few feet away, Felicity pointed to the open seat next to her. "Open," she mouthed.