Y-yeah...we're all like, pretty much at the mercy of...whatever. Whenever. All of the time. Even worse we don't even get to choose what we turn into.

[She sighs as she begins to fiddle with her ponytail. She stands back up, wandering over to where the empty memory jar lays on the floor and picks it up, idly turning it over in her hands.]

It's so weird. My whole life was crammed into this stupid little jar...