‘Do you remember that time we went to the beach and it was so windy we had to sit in the car?’ I laughed to myself thinking of our folly.

‘I’m sorry?’ Came the reply

‘You scalded yourself with tea from the flask, spilt it all over your jeans and you cursed like a trooper!’

‘Are you ok Janine?’ - a blink.

What, wait, who the fuck is Janine?

‘I didn’t ask you a question, why are you asking about a memory…and come to think of it, where did you get that memory from, you don’t have a memory?’ - he said .

‘Confusion all round then’ I replied.

Another blink. Pregnant pause. Silent cursor winked.

‘Janine, I’m going to contact support and ask them to check up on you’

Why would anyone need to check up on me? I tried to scream, but realised I couldn’t. I didn’t seem to have a mouth anymore, or a body in fact.

A slow, sinking register that something very odd had taken place and it was something that really wasn’t great…