“I can’t remember when I was born,” Harmony observed, continuing her observations of the empty street outside.

“So what?” Lex countered, not taking his eyes from his video game. “No one can.”

“Why not?” Harmony asked, never looking at Lex. “Why can’t we remember? How do we know that it happened?”

Lex laughed. “How else would we get here?”

“Maybe there are lots of ways.” Harmony’s gaze finally dropped, focusing on nothing at all. “But… how do we know that we’re ‘here’ at all? How do we know we exist?”

Lex finally just ignored her.

Harmony looked back outside, her unreadable expression finally showing a glimmer of fear.

“I don’t know how I got here,” she went on. “People TELL me I was born, but… I’ll never really know for sure. I have forgotten.”