Of course I can't remember what had happened over the last week, or how I ended up in a Porsche, or why I picked up this girl off the side of the road. Was it pity for her because she couldn't speak? No. Whatever. I need her help to find out what had happened to me, and why my laptop wallpaper bugs me so much.
This is a P.o.E. story between a boy and Octavia. What's there more to say.
This is the last incomplete story I'll ever start, by the way. The Cover image was used without permission. Don't like it? Bite me.