In the dark, they lay flat in the tent, chatting pleasantly about their past lives.
Like carefully piecing together seashells found on a beach, they fumbled to assemble memories of those former existences.
The banner on the elementary school wall stated, "Mandarin is our campus language." There were the little snacks from the shop by the school gate, costing fifty cents each.
They remembered hiding under the covers, listening to the radio on an MP3 player. They talked about their favorite singers, and the movies and novels they had experienced.
"Do you remember you said home is the only castle..."
"It looks like it's going to rain, I really want to live next to you..."
"Ho Baby, say a little more sweet nothings. Look at me one more time if you miss me..."
The tent echoed with their off-key duet. They would occasionally stop to argue if a lyric was remembered incorrectly. When no one could recall it, they just hummed along with the melody.
