A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

"Was it hard?" I ask. ''Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?