“I don’t know where it is,” Malcolm admits softly. He fidgets with the cards, shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot. “I was going to bring it to him, but… I just kept seeing the memory as long as I was holding it and… it was so… he’s so lonely and the… the pain… I dropped it. But then, a bit later, I felt like a coward, so I went back to where I dropped it to pick it up and it was gone. I don’t know where it is.”