It was right around when we first talked, I think. Something strange happened... I couldn't get my true feelings out no matter how hard I tried. Everything got twisted up. I ended up breaking down on poor Mr. Fell after I told him I didn't care about the memories, didn't care about music, and was about ready to burn something down. It wasn't just me, although I don't know who else was affected, and I don't know anyone else affected in the same way. It, ah. Freaked me out a bit.