[ Alan's brow furrows as his mouth turns down into a frown, the internal struggle to remember but wondering if he's not meant to remember playing itself out on his face. If I remember, that could cause something to go wrong. But... this feeling is terrible. Awful. I'm losing parts of myself, but do I have to lose the memories that should mean the most to me too? This feeling just makes me want to fight to remember. I have to fight it.

It's a feeling of missing something, missing something very important. It makes Alan feel as though he's lost whatever that something is. ]

A message to you, and... and the guiding star? I should know what that is; maybe I do somewhere in here, but it's obscured. Covered up. I called you because- because I was trapped.

[ Trapped. Desperate. Going mad. Drowning.

The spark is muted again, but something inside Alan is reaching out for it, instinctively. Automatically. ]

Sometimes I think I don't even know who that is anymore. But as long as someone does, I guess...

[ If someone knows who he is, then he can't be forgotten about. Right? He opens his mouth to say more, but then she's kissing him. Well, brushing her lips against his, and then several things seem to happen all at once.

More weight seems to fall from Alan's shoulders, shifting his posture, and he leans forward just a fraction too. The kiss was brief, but he doesn't want just a brush of air on his lips. He leans in more, and imitates the gesture, but he lingers just a fraction longer this time. ]