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A day outing had been Gram and Lilys idea a diversion to bring them together a bonding of sorts and it had seemed extremely important--vital in fact--at the planning stage although Chime couldnt quite remember why. Gram knew that this morning he was logical and reasonable and in control. And now . . . now he feels like hes losing himself. Lily didnt want to admit a brush with the same sensation. She shrugged his hand away. Dont you find it odd that none of us can remember where we were supposed to go next? On a day that we planned months ago?