"Okay but if you woke up not remembering shit all the time, wouldn't you start leaving, like, notes and stuff for yourself? Some kind of record or reminders or whatever?"

She didn't know why, but the idea of leaving a written record of who you were and what you'd experienced just seemed...right. Important.

"And, you know, someone pretty who's overly enamored with their guns. Like the type to, I dunno, cuddle them to sleep?"

Yup. Definitely gonna be a hell of a Monday.