Rita and Annie, in T-shirts, holding hands, walk an intermittently lit path, surrounded by rows of dark trees. Each tree is dedicated to a person that no longer exists in the physical world.

Rita lets go of Annie's hand and sits on a bench. Annie watches Rita for a while, standing in place. Rita closes her eyes.

Annie sighs and keeps walking down the path, without Rita.

Rita says, "You know, a memory is kinda like a chair. You build it, and then you sit in it, for a while."

Rita opens her eyes. Annie is still walking away. Rita stays on the bench, watching Annie get smaller and smaller.









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