Last time the name Ben Drowned came into mind was when you were twelve. Now you’re in your early twenties, craving old memories. You type away on your laptop to try and talk to Ben on Cleverbot. It’s no road to victory as you only receive bland and robotic replies. You decide to set your laptop aside for a nap that doesn’t last long, because the feeling of a finger poking your leg jolts you wide awake. Despite your unfocused vision, you can make out Ben himself sitting at the foot of your bed with his classic wide grin