Once there lived a woman who carried the weight of unwritten letters in her coat pockets and each morning she would sit by the window watching the rain erase the garden path and think perhaps forgetting is just another form of tenderness so can letters be a form of remebering? As she held the letters in her hand, she thought about her one true love, Barry. She shed a tear as the sound of Agadoo by Black Lace started to play then the world exploded and they survived and went to space and that’s when she woke up. The book still open to pages of her memories that she tried so hard to erase. She wishes to never remember those memories, as they ruined her. But why does she feel this way? Well, its free real estate. A man with a gun walked towards her, he asked her"Do you come from a land down under?"