Tilly didn't know what she was doing wrong. She knew everyone in Hyperion Heights, she'd been to most of the shops and stores there. And yet, no one even knew her name. Or recognised her when they looked at her. Was she really that invisible?

She'd thought she'd been making an impression, that people would know her. Or at least would've remembered seeing her walk into their store and buy something. But when it mattered most, no one remembered Tilly even existed. She'd had a blackout, and forgotten where she'd been during the time of a murder. Which made her a suspect. But thanks to a label she'd found stuck to the bottom of her shoe, she knew she'd been to a shop that day. So, she retraced her steps back there with Detective Rodgers, hoping to ask the cleric if she had been there that day.

But the cleric drew a blank. And the next. And the next. Places that Tilly knew she had been to – the memories were hazy, but she could feel it – and no one knew she was there. It was a painful thing to realise. Thankfully, her name had been cleared when she realised she'd been caught on camera outside the troll statue at the time of the murder, proving she wasn't involved. But her eyes had been opened.

Tilly didn't want to be invisible. She wanted people to notice her. She wanted to be somebody that people would recognise and remember. She toyed with her pocket watch as she walked through the streets, toiling over the thoughts in her mind. Until she felt herself collide with something – or someone – and stumbled backwards a little.

"Oh- I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

A voice spoke, and Tilly recognised it. She'd met the person it belonged to briefly a few days before. She accepted their outstretched hand, pulling herself up with it.

"It was Tilly, right?"

They asked, and Tilly's eyes widened.

"You remember me?"

She asked somewhat sheepishly. They were the first person to actually remember her name.