Sam startled and sat up in her bed. She became aware of how warm she was – in fact she was sweating. Rodrick sat beside her. “Victor’s potion must have been faulty,” he said. “Memory Powder is supposed to let you relive your happy memories.”
There was a flash of Victor choking before she collapsed. “Please tell me he’s not dead.”
“I’m not,” said Victor, stepping into the room. “In fact, I’m very much alive. I've got a bit of a stomach ache, but that liquor of yours is really something. It doesn't do the job quite like a cup of tea, though.”
“Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed. “You’re alive.”
Sam hopped out of bed and embraced him, and then she and Victor had some food – though Victor ate lightly – and they went for a walk. “Victor,” she said, when they were alone. “I’m frightened. I was asleep but I was walking through my own memories – it was quite an experience. I saw myself, and you, and a lot of things, actually. But for some reason, I don’t know why, they started to fade, like dust. I made a promise that if we went through with this I would never forget you, but what if I do? I don’t want to forget what love feels like. I don’t want to lose my only reason to smile…”
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