I dream of the events of the night, they keep repeating themselves, looking over special moments over and over again. The pressure I can feel inside my head tells me enough, I am not alone, someone is trying to figure things out. It is a good thing that I took the time to hide everything. Other memories flash by too, from school, the forest and a lot of intimate memories with Darco and not a lot of clothes. All memories that are easy to find and ones that I didn’t try to hide.