She ran down the street, shaking her hands above her head. He was spotted: the man who had stolen her most cherished memory, and she was taking matters into her own hands. He didn’t look like much, just a normal guy, but to her, he was public enemy number one. She tripped but found her balance again, and screamed after him.

“Hey! Stop!”

He didn’t look behind as he ran. He kept running, and she kept trying to replay her most cherished memory in her mind but couldn’t recall it. Once it had been purchased, she lost all access to it. That was the main reason she wanted it back.

The other reason was because she knew, deep down inside, that nobody but her should have that memory. That it was a bad thing, for some reason.

When she caught up with the man she found herself staring face to face with her brother.

“Let’s figure this out,” she said to him, reaching for the memory.