-I sigh saddened- "Oh....We were best friends....You left after fifth grade an I never saw you again....Until now."
-I pull out my wallet and open it up. In the front is a picture of us in fifth grade. We were holding hands on the playground. I show it to her hoping it'll jar her memory-
-I look at it and still couldn't remember- "I'm sorry, I just don't. Excuse me, I need to get back." -I stand up and walk back to Jay-
-I rush into the hospital holding my little brother. We believe he broke his arm. Nurses carry him to the back room. I sit down beside a boy looking at his wallet pictures.