"Mom?" "Huh? What?" The beeping.... "I found a box... at your house. I thought you might want to go through it." "Sure.... bring it over here." more beeping... The beeping has been continuous since I was brought here...where ever I am... This woman comes here everyday saying that she's my daughter. She probably is considering I don't even remember my own name. "Seems to be a bunch of letters... from, Harry Styles?" she looks at a couple of more  letters then looks at me. "Do you know him? Do you remember?" How could I forget....