-Christian
-What?
-What are you doing?
-I’m thinking.
-What about?
-My existence.
-Heavy.
-I know.
-So?
-So what?
-What about your existence?
-Does it matter or not.
-Oh.
-Yeah.
-I can answer that.
-Can you now?
-Yup.
-So?
-So what?
-What’s the answer?
-Oh. Yes. The answer is yes.
-Hmm.
-What?
-Why?
-Why what?
-Why is the answer yes?
-Because I’m here. At the edge of a pond. Skipping rocks. With you. Subtract you from the equation and I’m not here. Subtract you from the equation and a lot of things aren’t here.
-I see.
-Yeah.
-What things?
-Huh?
-What things aren’t here...without me?
-Um. Memories.
-Memories?
-Yup memories.
-Is that important?
-Are memories important?
She laughs.
-What’s funny?
-Don’t you know?
-No.
-Okay well. Without memories...
-Yes?
-We don’t exist.
-How?
-Well. With no one who remembers us and with us not remembering anyone or anything, what do you have left? Nothing.
-Like a baby?
-Nope. Even babies fresh born bare memories of the womb and their mother’s voice.
-Like what then?
-Like nothing.
-So without memories...
-There is nothing.
-That’s pretty important then.
-Yup.
-That’s like...everything then.
-Yup.
-You can’t experience anything with no memories.
-Uh huh.
-Because you can’t remember emotions.
-This is true.
-You can’t remember senses.
-Nope.
-You know nothing.
-Nothing.
-You are nothing.
-Well...
Silence.
-Sarah.
-Yes?
-Will you remember me?
-Yes.
-Even though...even though I’m not gonna...remember you?
-Yes.
-So I’ll still exist?
-To me.
-I don’t want to forget.
-I know.
-I don’t want my memories of you to fade.
-I know.
-This is unfair.
-I know.
-Why is this happening to me?
-I don’t know.
-Just because my Grandpa lost his memories. Lost himself. I don’t want to lose me.
-I know.
-Promise you’ll remember me Sarah. Promise.
-I promise.
-Okay.
-Woah. Christian!
-What?
-Did you see that? It skipped eight times! Did I beat your record?
-I don’t know.
-Why?
-I can’t remember.