A Memento

“When are we?”

“June. 1982.”

“What are we doing here?”

“I need to pick something up.”

“Isn’t that going to create a paradox?”

“No. It’s something I lost back then… now.”

“You do realize that you taking it now is probably what causes you to lose it, right?”

“Yeah. But if I don’t take it now, that will create a paradox. So once I realized I must have taken it, I had to come back. You see?”

“Can we stick to going forward from now on. Going back always makes my head hurt. Especially when you try to explain it.”

“Yeah… yeah…”

“What are you looking for, anyway?”

“It’s something from my uncle.”

“Your uncle?”

“Yeah. He took me to a movie about a year ago. 1981. I kept the stub as a memento. I want to get it back.”

“A movie ticket? We came back for a movie ticket?”

“I told you, it’s a memento of my uncle.”

“When did he die?”

“He didn’t.”


“My uncle is still alive.”

“Then why do you need a memento?”

“It was a fun day.”

“Oh my god. Can we go now?”

“Just one second… Ah! Here it is! Let’s go.”

“I am so reporting your ass when we get back.”

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