At risk of sounding repetitive, I do not own Aizawa Inori, nor anything affiliated to her, apart from this FanFiction.

Looking in the mirror, I attempted to adjust the dress up a notch, trying to minimise the exposure that the extremely low-cut and slightly oversized thing gave me. It was just my luck that this building (Eulith called it 'Microsoft') happened to be a software company. Sure, cleavage-revealing executive suits were fine for some top-secret conference. A lady probably had to use her charm to get her point across to certain kinds of men, but for walking? Out in the open? The only relief I had was the realisation that Eulith, in his white lab coat, would probably draw most of the attention away from me. In a last ditch attempt, I pulled at the suit, and then finally gave up with a resigned sigh. A slight girl in her early adulthood stared back. I realised that the memory loss had taken away the knowledge of my appearance. The figure had dark blond hair, hanging in subtle waves, a little past her shoulders. Her blue eyes, despite being filled with a little despair at her current attire, hinted of happiness and curiosity. Everything seemed to be fine with me; there were no deformities to speak of. Self-love aside, I might even be considered kind of cute. Still, something felt…missing. The reflection copied my frown. The knocking on the change room door gave me no time to dwell on it. How long had I been in here for? I hurriedly looked at the clock. Crap! Fifteen minutes?! I slipped on the most comfortable pair of shoes in the room (thank god for flats) and burst through the door, slightly surprising Eulith, who was standing right next to the entrance. Any closer and we'd have to visit the medical room again…and for more than amnesia! And how exactly did he manage to change out of that lab coat into a perfectly respectable pair of jeans and a trench coat (AND a paperboy cap? Not only that, he actually could pull it off?)?

'You needn't have rushed.' Like he could talk! I almost went back into the changing room when a reflection in his hand caught my eye. Curiosity is a great annoyance killer. Eulith caught my interest.

'It's yours Inori, so there's no need for your looking at it like that. Here.' First impressions made me think it was some kind of mirror, but on closer inspection, it revealed itself as a shield shaped brooch, with Damascus steel like grooves on the surface. It felt…familiar. I looked back at Eulith, now showing a hint of eagerness.

'Is there anything…?' I shook my head.

'Sadly…but I did sort of recognise it a little.' He physically slumped, then straightened up again.

'I was hoping…never mind. You used to wear it right…there.' pointing to my left collar. I started fumbling with the clip at the back of the badge when Eulith stopped me.

'Don't put it on right now! While it represents your role in this world, things could get…inconvenient if people see it. If you were in a better state, it would be fine, no, necessary to wear it, but for now…keep it in your breast pocket. Yes, that's perfect. Now shall we get going?' With Eulith leading the way, with me trailing a little, I was left to my own thoughts, wondering what kind of world the Internet was like.

'Think of this world as Second Life, it's real, but not completely. It'll make things much easier.' That was the advice which Eulith gave me before we exited the building. I still wasn't prepared for the spectacle. Luckily for me, the amnesia left my memories of Earth intact, so I had something to compare the Internet with. It was so…vibrant! People were everywhere, in the nearby park, some just recovering from a shopping spree – just going about their daily business, but I could almost feel the life inside them. There was also the conspicuous absence of cars. But the biggest difference from the cities I was used to was the sheer expanse it covered. There weren't any skyscrapers, the tallest structures only reaching three stories high. Instead, it seemed like the buildings grew outward instead of upward. How could I possibly forget such a place? Eulith let me stare a little, and then took my hand, leading me past the maze of stalls and greenery, until we came to an open shop, with the words 'Iced Delights' printed in a fancy script on the roof. He led me to an ice cream parlour?

'What…?'

'It's a treat. Sit down and I'll buy some. Do you have any preference?'

'Not really, but I'd rather look.' It was a simple place, very open, with a few containers of various coloured ice cream and just one salesgirl.

'One mint-chocolate and vanilla thank-you.' Eulith said, and the clerk immediately followed, vigorously scooping out a dollop onto each cone. In return, he gave her a soiled slip of paper with a few sentences on it. Despite its appearance, it seemed like acceptable currency, because she smiled and ushered us to the nearest seats. Admittedly, I was curious.

'You didn't give her money?'

'There are many commodities more valuable than a piece of metal or plastic. The only difference is the Internet accepts them as legal tender. Information is one of the most so. In this case, it was some customer feedback. Try out the ice cream. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.' I could recognise what most things were, but it was like I hadn't attached any emotions towards those objects. In the case of this food, neither pleasure nor hatred was connected to it. I gave a tentative lick of the speckled green ice cream. It was…stimulating and refreshing. Delicious! I started biting at it, wincing as the cold pained my teeth, but enjoying it nonetheless. Soon, I had devoured the thing whole, while Eulith was still in the middle of finishing his vanilla ice cream. He paused as soon as I looked at him and smiled, gently and kindly, full of happiness…and another, indecipherable emotion which lit my vision up.

"You still like mint ice cream I see." Yes, it was definitely delicious, but it was much more than that. Eulith had given a part of me back with that treat. I returned his smile, hopefully conveying my gratitude properly.

"Thanks." I murmured, not quite sure about what else to say. "We should try making this a habit."

"Every second week. We came here, at the same time, to the exact same store…even the seats we're on right now." With those words came a feeling of dawning over me, like a subconscious epiphany. A cascade of different images, too quick to comprehend, began to slow, until they coalesced into…a memory.

"If they were even a slightly misplaced, we'd move them back to where they were. And then after our ice creams we'd sit and talk about nothing and everything, cherishing a day where we could release our worries of the fortnight." Sitting in shared silence for a while, it seemed natural to just slip my hand into Eulith's.

"To be honest, I had nearly given up all hope that the Inori I knew still existed. But now…I can relax." I wondered exactly what kind of person I was before the update. Kind? Compassionate? Eulith noticed his ice cream starting to drip and hastily polished it off. Gradually, in a gesture to attract his attention, I released his hand. When he noticed, I began talking.

"Eulith, that person…who I used to be, could you help me find her? And this world…there's still so much I don't know yet." If each day could be like this, to enjoy ice cream with someone I cherished…but to not even properly know why I was doing so? Nor properly know the person? The wish to know who I was, rather than just my name and face, was overpowering. He replied in the affirmative.

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Yay! A sweet moment. Hopefully I'll be able to expand on this place and add a few more characters.