"So what's next?" I asked as I walked endlessly back and forth in the Middle School aisle.
This time, I scanned all the jars before opening them. I didn't want to open another absolutely pointless memory that offered me nothing of importance.
"Again," Fake Death said with a hint of impatience in his voice. "These memories are–"
"Insignificant, I know, I know." I cut him off since this conversation had grown tiresome because I had already heard this explanation many times. "I just want to use my time efficiently, you know."
"I do not." Fake Death responded bluntly. "There is no concept of time here, after all, so there's no point in allocating my time strategically."
"Ah," I exclaimed almost sarcastically. I've also heard that explanation before as well. "Right."
