"I don't understand how any of it can be that dangerous." I grumble, running my free hand through my hair, probably messing it up all to hell and back. "They're all my memories, aren't they? Even if they're... under other memories, or whatever."

I look down, and notice there's a spot where the grass has been all pulled up. I wonder who did that. "I have to know. I have to start putting it together."