There was silence for a little while, punctuated by little, aggravated grunts as [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] proceeded to stumble towards the rear of the boat, having seemingly not heard her. She wobbled onto the seat, leaned strangely sideways as though she thought it might propel her back to her feet—which it did anyway, of course. She mumbled, “[color=black]This [i]sucksh,[/i][/color]” and turned back to Quinn, face scrunched up like she’d smelled something foul.

“[color=black][i]Forget[/i]?[/color]” she said, incredulous. “[color=black]‘Course you din’t [i]forget[/i]. Think some sssssssss[i]tupid[/i] drink s’gonna take [i]our[/i] memories away? Need those. Mmh. Need those.[/color]”

“[color=ffe63d]why am I thinkin' these things about her?[/color]”

[color=black]Quinnlash[/color] threw up her arms. “[color=black]‘Cuz she’s [i]mom[/i]. [i]Duh![/i] That’s what she did. She got in, she put herself into our head, deep as she could, like a [i]worm[/i], but [i]hey[/i],[/color]” she hunched down low, at-eyes with Quinn. “[color=black]Look. Watch. C’mere…[/color]”

Twirling around and nearly falling over again, [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] walked right off the back of the boat and into the water. Or rather, onto it. Her feet made contact with the strange waves and sunk no further than an inch in. With each step, the water flattened and hardened like sand, and when eventually her imbalance got the better of her and she flopped down onto it, it didn’t [i]splash[/i] so much as rustle like grass in the wind. More grumbling, more pushing herself upright again at impossible angles. As she rose, she flung her arms like she was slamming a door shut, and the whole world followed that motion, smearing entirely out of focus one way, and then snapping back into clarity the other. 

They were no longer on the lake, but overlooking it from high above. Quinn still sat in the boat, which now rested in the grass of a cliff—though still rocked as if upon the gentle waters. The lake was below, complete with its smudgy surface and poorly-rendered reflections. Off to the distant, lower side was the dark blur of Hovvi, dotted with lights that were clearly meant to be coming from inside the buildings, but more than a few simply hung in the air, attached to nothing. 

Around them, the cliff was empty, but right away Quinn would know that was wrong. It shouldn’t be. There should be something here. There [i]was[/i] something here, she knew it, even though she’d only ever seen it the one time. 

They were where her house had been. 

In the vacant grass [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips. “[color=black]Lookit this. She’s [i]gone[/i] here. They both are. Plucked’em out. This is where we forget. But out there, where it’s real, we need to remember. We need to remember so we know who to [i]hate[/i].[/color]”