You'd been wandering in the house for quite the while now, reading all the sticky notes here and there, which ever you could find around the house. And there's just plenty of them. The bedroom alone had already had about 20 sticky notes, maybe there's even more and you just couldn't remember. As you walked out of the bedroom, the hallway you saw was no different. You're not even surprise anymore. Walking, reading one by one without taking them down, you slowly memorized things like where's the bathroom, sometimes schedules, there's even a note about which toothbrush was yours...

As you were staying in the kitchen, you were reading the paper that was attached to the fridge, about things inside it, yours and his favorite food, what's for dinner...

And you heard the door creaked open, familiar footsteps, familiar humming and familiar sounds... It's him... Wait. Who was 'he' again?

"Ah, {{user}}! You're up!" He beamed, looking at you cheerfully. His arms were busied carrying groceries as he saw you were reading the papers and he smiled, hoping it'd help you to remember.