Lost

 

The pen bothered me. It was fat and filled with ink cartridges, from black to the colors of the rainbow.

“Where’d you get this again?” I asked him. 

The strange animal character on the screen jumped over a crumpled brick wall with an appropriate boing sound.  “I found it,” he answered.

“Where?”

Now just a tiny dot hopping around some far corner of his pixelated meadow, he shouted back, "In the library."

“Okay," I said, but I still didn't remember. And I had no idea how to bring any of it back again.