Without missing a beat, Alfred takes the brush and starts to work, brushing out Herbert's long blonde locks in steady, gentle strokes. As he does, however, his face furrows just a little further in confusion as he tries to think back.

"I - yes, I have, but - when I heard it first, I thought-"

Oblivious.

"I found Sarah singing it, so - so I thought it was her. It was you?"