I’m Trinity. I know what you’re thinking. You’re so used to third person perspective in this story that the fact I’m breaking the fourth wall right now seems so unusual. Well you’re going to have to get ready for unusual things lately in this story. I’m actually writing it right now. Funny, isn’t it? Well back to the story. I woke up and something seemed so different. The last time it felt this off was before they surprised me on my 24th birthday. That year I forgot I had a birthday coming up so it was extra suspicious. Betty gave us our lesson right when we woke up. Because we woke up on bare concrete. In the cold. I stood up and knew what happened immediately. We had gotten into a new field overnight. But who on earth- “You finished the test. You learned to be unhappy. I know the two of you already heard this, but Trinity seems to have passed it too. Here, let me clear this fog.” Sue and Zoe were waving hi to me through the window of a cozy blue house. “We have to catch you up on things.” And they did. Including the part about Hammie. “I think he likes me. He hugged me twice. And he had this shy, awkward look on his face.” I had to reassure her it was nothing. “He gets that look a lot. But only when people’s secrets are concerned. He got that look with me.” Zoe obviously seemed envious. “What did you do?” I couldn’t tell her. “I told him... that I’m Bi. Everyone knows that now though.” Phew. Conversation avoided. It’s not a lie, too. “No, actually. I did’t know that before now.” “I guess you don’t get rumors and gossip as much as I do.” “Oh yeah. I’m not that kind of person. Sorry.” We looked at the screen. Well, it was more of a holograph of what Hammie and Buttercream were doing. They were in a field. Hammie was picking flowers. Buttercream stopped to smell some lavender. He froze for a second, then fell flat. He was imagining something. From their angle you couldn’t see it, but Hammie rushes over to pick like seventeen lavenders before putting them in his pocket and exhaling. “Maybe he thinks whatever’s happening with buttercream might need to happen again.”, Sue says to a breathy Zoe. I can sympathize with him. Having to tell people lies because they don’t know who you are inside. Buttercream Wakes up, startling Hammie more than usual, and grabs his shoulder, gasping for air. “I know my name. I know my real name. I know who I am now.”