Lost

 

The pen bothered me. So I asked him, “Where’d you get this again?” It was fat and filled with ink cartridges, from black to the colors of the rainbow.

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.