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A Certain Darkness is Needed to See the Brightest Stars

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                “So I have your memories.”


                “I really don’t know how to better explain it than that.” The man shakes his head and shifts in his chair. “No one’s been able to figure out yet.”

                “I don’t understand.”

                “Well it’s…” The man sighs and runs his hands down his face, the action knocking the cap off his head. “I don’t know why I have them. You had my memories when you came here, too, and no one figured it out then either.”

                “What do you mean? I don’t have your memories!” Her hands smack at the bed she’s sitting on as she wildly shakes her head.

                “Well you don’t now, obviously.”

                “I don’t understand!” She cries, tears building in her eyes.

                “Hmm… I suppose I could tell you them. Your memories, I mean. I could tell you your story.”

                “My story? What do you mean?” She looks him in the eye, desperate to understand what’s going on.

                “Maybe it’ll help you remember. I know everything that happened to you during those 10 months, I could recount your journey here.” He looks off into the distance and continues quietly, more to himself than his bedridden companion. “Maybe it’ll help me figure out who I am, too.”

                She nods. “You think it’ll help me remember? Can I even remember if you have my memories?”

                “Well it certainly can’t do much harm,” he laughs, “and I still had my memories when you had mine, so I don’t see why you couldn’t also remember your own memories. Just don’t go remembering mine too, you hear?”

                She smiles slightly at this. “Why not? Didn’t I have them before? How do you even know they’re yours and not mine?”

                “Well if ya stop buggin’ me with questions-“ he cuts himself off as he suddenly stands. He grabs a chair from across the room, and drags it back to the comfy armchair he had just been seated in. He throws himself back into the chair with an exaggerated sound, throwing his feet up on the second chair and swiping his previously fallen hat from the floor in a graceless gesture. He plunks the hat back on his head before leaning back against his arms. “Get comfy, we’re gonna be here a while.”

                “I’m gonna start where this all began for you, in the Slumbering Weald.”