The boy thought he probably wouldn't lose track of his dad.
After all, he lived at his grandparents' house.
His dad would come to visit his grandparents.
That meant he could see his dad.
Even though whenever his dad came over, the boy would hide in his room and never come out, even if he was home.
But he could hear the sounds outside.
He knew his dad's voice.
But Big Sister and Mushroom Head leaving...
That was leaving for real.
They hadn't left anything behind.
They hadn't even said goodbye.
Who could have known...
That after an ordinary goodbye that day...
They would never see each other again.
He couldn't help regretting it.
His heart was full of confusion and questions.
Had he done something wrong?
Why had they left without saying a word?
At their last meeting, had something seemed off, and he just hadn't noticed?
Whenever he thought about it, he couldn't help going over the scene of their last meeting again and again.
He wanted to remember it in more detail, as much detail as he could...
Maybe he would notice something new...
But...
He was frustrated by how poor his memory was.
And he made a discovery that nearly terrified him...
The more he tried to recall their last meeting... the blurrier the scene became!?
His brain was like an old television.
White static slowly swallowed the still-clear picture.
He didn't dare think about it anymore.
But he didn't dare stop thinking about it, either.
He was torn.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
He'd always thought he was pretty good at memorizing things for school.
His memory shouldn't have been this bad...
What exactly had gone wrong?
He didn't understand.
It was as if every time he found