What if you lose yourself sometimes?

Then I'll be the one to find you, safe in my heart.

- "Giving Up" by Ingrid Michaelson

Holly sighed. It was no wonder that she had been putting this off. She had just finished the task of gathering up everything in her life that pertained to Michael in some way, and it had been an emotionally difficult job indeed. Everything brought back memories, memories that she had tried her hardest to forget about and failed.

She glanced at the garbage back that held her Michael items. She hated the thought of parting with its contents, but it had to be done. It just did, as much as the thought of never seeing any of these things again hurt her.

She reflected on what she had put in there. There was the CD he had burnt her, complete with Rascal Flatt's "Life is a Highway." He had joked that they were going to start their own radio station one day; she would be DJ Jazzy Flax and he would be MC Mike Scott. There was anything and everything related to Dunder Mifflin Scranton, the now defunct branch of the midsized paper company. There was a Bruce Springsteen ticket stub; there was the necklace he had given her. There were what felt like a million other items, but they couldn't matter anymore. They didn't need to matter anymore. Soon, she wouldn't remember him. She wouldn't remember the relationship that they had shared.

At ten minutes to two, she picked Sarah up from their office.

"Hey Hol," she and Sarah had always been close. They had been friends ever since Holly had first started at Dunder Mifflin Nashua, before she had even heard of Michael Scott or Scranton.

"Hi. Ready?"

"Yeah. Even if this seminar is basically just a repeat of what we already know, we get a weekend in the city at least, right?" Sarah grinned.

Holly smiled and nodded.

"You alright?" She gave her a knowing glance.

"Fine," Holly replied quickly. Too quickly, probably.

Sarah didn't look convinced. She knew about Holly and AJ's pregnancy troubles. And it was easier for Holly to let Sarah believe that they were the cause of her sorrow rather than telling her the real reason for it.

They arrived in New York awhile later. Holly and Sarah checked into their hotel rooms and then made their way to the corporate building, wondering what Jo Bennet had planned for them. They sat through the first seminar. Then they went out to dinner. Italian, Holly's favorite. And soon enough it was nighttime, and they had returned to their hotel rooms.

Holly sat on the foreign hotel bed, waiting for the procedure to begin. At ten o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

"Right Holly, you've got everything that might trigger a memory of Michael in the bag?" one of the associates asked he entered her hotel room. The first time she'd visited the Lacuna Clinic for a consolation, she had learned that his name was Ezekiel.

Holly let out a breath, "Yep. All things Michael in the bag."

"Great," Ezekiel glanced at his watch, "I'll be back in a few hours when you're asleep. Then my coworker and I will target all of your memories of Michael and erase them. In the morning you'll wake up in your hotel bed with no recollection of this or Michael."

"Ok…and I really won't remember him?"

"We've got a one hundred per cent success rate."

Holly nodded. Ezekiel left. Holly got ready to go to sleep and then sat on the strange bed. She remembered the first time she had entered the Lacuna Clinic. She'd met Ezekiel and his boss, Doctor Waterstein. She'd explained that she wanted to forget someone, and they had told her they had a solution. A way to erase any specific person from one's memory. At first, she hadn't believed it. But now, several months later, she was willing to give it a try.

She was going to miss her memories of Michael. The first time she met him, riding the Ferris Wheel together at Toby's goodbye party. Their rendition of let's get ethical, ethical. Snuggling in bed late at night. We haven't found our great idea yet…we're circling it. Their skit, SlumDunder Mifflinaire.

Saying she would miss these little moments that she savored in her head was an understatement. Attempting not to think about that, Holly climbed under the blankets and tried to fall asleep.

Ezekiel was already at work on the sleeping Holly when his partner finally showed up.

"Andy, you're late."

"Sorry, Z-man. The Nard Dog was delayed."

"Anyway, here's tonight's patient, Holly. Wants to forget her ex-boyfriend, Michael."

Andy's eyes widened, "My gosh, I know her. We used to work together. Michael was our boss."

"Small world."

"Chyeah, Zeke. You can say that again. Oh man, this is weird. I can't believe Holly's erasing Michael. They were like, soul mates. She was his soul sister, remember that Train song from a few years ago?" Andy began to sing, "Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio..."

Ezekiel nodded. "That so?"

"Oh, totally. She was the one woman in the world who understood him. And I always thought he made her happy. I mean, I knew she had been dating this other guy for awhile, but…man. I thought they'd find their way back together eventually or something. Anyway, how's the procedure going? Any trouble?"

"Pretty smooth so far. We're about half finished, and nothing's gone weird."

Andy nodded, "Listen, man, since I'm so late and you had to work it by yourself up till this point, it's totally cool with me if you wanna take the rest of the night off."

Ezekiel glanced at the clock, "No, I'd just as well stay here. Thanks for the offer, though."

"Anytime, man. Anytime."

Holly glanced at the alarm clock. Eight o'clock. She should probably get up soon so she wouldn't be late to the second day of the seminar.

An hour later, she and Sarah were sitting in the corporate building. Holly smiled cheerfully, as if she didn't have a care in the world.