“…That’s nearly thirteen years!” I shout, “I’m…twenty-five now. Why would I want to erase half of my life?”

“I’m confused too,” Riley ponders aloud, “You said it’s been like five years since your last memory. So what gives?”

The doctor chimes in, “I can field that question, Alexa—err the patient, is experiencing a case of anxiety induced procedure disruption.”

…Riley is talking now. “Doc, is this sorta thing common after the uhm…memory wipe?”

“Memory suppression,” he insists, “And while it isn’t not common, partial results can happen in some patients due to excessive anxiety—”

“—Oh. My. God. How can you two be so chill about this?! A fifth of my life…is gone…gone…gone.”