"It's interesting," I say, looking around the town. "I've been here before. Sometimes with you," I say. We pass an alleyway, and I stop and look down it, rub my head. There's a memory pressing the back of my mind, but I can't draw it out. "It was raining," I say thoughtfully, and then walk on.

We get to a cafe, and it's so strange inside, it makes me laugh.

"I want all the pie that this can buy," I say solemnly, putting my money on the table in front of the waitress. "For both of us. You should save your money," I say to Micah. "Because..." I rub my face, trying to remember. "You just lost your job."