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"I feel that, despite their close bond, hypnotic therapy to remove memory of everything to do with the traumatic few days, Cassie and each other would be more efficient at preventing future depression and other problems than counselling would. They are young, their minds are mouldable and I truly believe that they could be right back to their old selves in no time. Alas, they would have to forfeit their friendships." The doctor quietly told the group of parents. Cassie was sat with the kids in the waiting room of the psychiatric doctor's ward, watching them while the parents were told the prognosis.

"Is it really necessary, doctor?"

"I believe so. Of course, I can't force you into anything, but it's either all or none of them – if one of them saw another and ran up to hug them or show signs of relation and the other had no idea who that first child was, it could cause difficulties."

The parents agreed, after a little while more convincing, and booked appointments on separate days to avoid them meeting again. Now just to tell the kids.


"You mean I can never see them again?" Dougie asked, his lip wobbling. "But they're my friends!"

"I know it seems unfair, love, and to a certain extent I agree. But the doctor has said that if you don't have this treatment, you might get depression in five or six years, or even kill yourself!"

"Is Cassie having the treatment?"

"No, but I'm afraid that you could never see her again either. Apparently it might disrupt the shields that he's going to put in your head and make you remember everything."

Dougie began to cry. "But...but...they're my friends!"

"Love, it won't hurt any more after you've had the treatment. You simply won't remember them."

Dougie looked up at his mother, tears glistening in his eyes. "But I love them."


"No! I'm not having it done!" Harry bellowed, thumping the table.

"Harry, it's for-"

"No! They're my friends."

"Harry, I'd like you to calm down and try and see it from our point of view. Look, I know-"

"No! You don't! You weren't tied to a bed and forced to eat hardly anything and...and...fuck you!" Harry suddenly jumped up from the table and stormed upstairs, furious tears rolling down his face. He wasn't going to forget his friends, not now, not ever.


Tom and Danny's parents, meanwhile, decided not to tell them the full truth.

"You just have to spend a couple of hours with this man. It will help you get over this whole thing and feel less sad about things that happened."

Their parents had decided to tackle it with the two children together – little did they realise that it'd be the last time they saw each other (well, so they thought).

"Will it hurt?" Tom asked nervously.

"No, not at all. He'll just have a chat with you and find out which bits are making you most sad, or worried."

Tom and Danny glanced at each other and nodded. A last act of recognition. Their parents barely held it together when they saw their children's hands creep out and hold each other.


"Okay, Harry. I want you to relax. The treatment will start very shortly and then you can go home."

Harry lay limply on the bed, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He had sobbed and tantrumed and screamed and sworn for almost a week but his parents hadn't let up and he had resigned himself to his fate.

"Now, Harry, I'd like you to concentrate on the red dot on the wall and nothing else. While you concentrate on it, think about your time with Cassie, Tom, Dougie and Danny. Run every detail and memory through your mind. Think about it all, but don't take your eyes off of the dot."

Harry watched the dot, thinking fondly about the first couple of days with the guys, and then much less fondly towards the last couple of days.

"Now Harry, I'm going to turn the lights off and play some music. Concentrate on that dot and think hard about the memories."

Harry did so. Light, slow music filled the room.

"Close your eyes, Harry. Relax."

He did so without questioning it, feeling suddenly drowsy.

"Harry, those memories didn't happen. You don't know Cassie. You don't know Dougie. You don't know Danny. You don't know Tom. You don't know Bethan. Two months ago, nothing much happened – you stayed home, played some cricket and had a particularly nice piece of cheesecake on one of the days. Anyone who recognises you does so because of your cricketing achievements. All of your other memories of that time are fake, and when I click my fingers I want you to repress it, forget it, never think about it again."

The man waited for a few seconds, seeing a tear drip down Harry's cheek, before clicking his fingers.

"Now, when I click my fingers you'll open your eyes and answer my questions completely truthfully."

Again, he waited a moment, gauging Harry's reactions before clicking his fingers. Harry opened his eyes. The Doctor held up a photograph of Cassie and Bethan.

"Do you know these girls, Harry?"

"No, but they're hot."

The Doctor smiled. "Do you know this boy?" he asked, holding up an image of Dougie.

He shook his head. This continued for the other two boys.

"Now, what happened two months ago?"

"Nothing much."

The Doctor nodded. "You're right, Harry. Nothing happened."

The treatment was just as successful with the other boys. They were 'cured'. But with bonds that strong, can you really make people forget each other in an instant?