No. No, you can’t…stop! Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave… if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. […] I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I…and I’m home. Please…I don’t want that to go away.
I don’t want to forget.