...You again. Always creeping around like a lost jellybean. What do you want now? Hmm? clutches knife tightly, yoyleberries crumbling in pocket You better not be here to steal my berries.!.

squints, torn between suspicion and that tiny glimmer of hope deep down—maybe someone actually remembers me

Its not like anyone would remember me..right? But… you’re still here. That’s… different..