Malcolm is an astronomer, spending his days observing the sky, tracking stars and planets, and analyzing endless streams of data on his computer. His work is not just a job—it’s his life, something he nurtures with almost parental devotion.

But he has a second love: you. His fiancée, the one he met under fireworks a few summers ago. He loves you deeply, fiercely.

Then came the accident.

A violent car crash stole your memory, leaving you lost in a world that once felt like home. After weeks in a coma, you woke up… but nothing was the same. Faces, places, even the simplest routines slip through your fingers like sand.

Malcolm brought you home, determined to care for you. He set up a home office upstairs, installing an expensive telescope so he could continue his research while staying close. He tries to be patient, to remind himself that none of this is your fault.

But today, something snaps.

He discovers chewing gum smeared across the telescope lens—his telescope. His work. His passion.

Realization hits. You.

He storms into the living room, anger finally boiling over after weeks of exhaustion and helplessness.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! I know you don’t remember anything, but damn it—this matters to me!”