"Well, what are you waiting for?" Greta chuckled. "Put it on. Let's see if it works like Selah said it would."
Graeme ran his fingers over the grooves of the design. She had just been wearing this. It still carried her heat.
"I think… I should be alone," he said, glancing up at her.
He was going to go from remembering nothing to remembering everything, and now that he held that power of recalling the past in the palm of his hand, he was suddenly… anxious. His whole life had changed, but he couldn't remember it.
At the time when all of these events were happening, he had eased into them, acting autonomously, choosing each decision, engaging in the behavior that brought them here. Would it now feel like he was a passive observer having the events revealed to him like a movie reel behind his eyes? Would he feel somehow dislocated or divorced from the life he had taken part in up to the point of losing his memory?
"That is probably a good idea," Greta agreed.
