By the time he leave you, the memory start to faded away... Somehow you can't remember him.. and somehow he is fading away from your head...

By the time the news got to scaramouche, he regret.. every single words and actions that he had done...

Your memory about some of things start to faded as the Alzheimer start going the better of you.. at first you forgot his name.. and then his face and then.....

Who...?

Scaramouche? I don't know

"hello... My dear.." You turn around to look at the door, a man.. violet hair and big hat... Standing there.. "I'm sorry.."