Ivy’s frown deepens. “Don’t tell me your still doing that. I get that feeling too, but it’s been four years and I’m sorry but the brain, human or otherwise, doesn’t work like that. If we don’t remember now, I strongly doubt we ever will. Just hang onto the good times you remember, okay? We’ll have to move on the best we can, and it’s okay to wonder about it from time to time, but I can’t sit here and watch it tear you apart like this.” She takes Arty’s hand in hers, and squeezes it gently.