No, I just thought... it might be a fair question. I can't explain what's inside my own brain, can I? I myself don't remember not remembering things, until I realize there's some sort of discrepancy in what's happening around me from what I'm doing. But, from your point of view, it might look like I'm just a big liar who's... constantly keeping track of things.

But... that's not true, right? You were just fucking with me, right?

[she looks down, to her notebook.]

Am I a fraud...? No... if I was a fraud, then what happened to the rest of my memories...?