She smiled, wiped her eyes, and closed the locker door. For the first time, she didn’t mind the blinking . Some things weren’t meant to be reset. Only remembered.

A long pause. “Correct. Question two: What is the middle name of the person you most regretted losing touch with in your twenties?”

A robotic voice, calm as a mortician, spoke. “Please state your full name and the reason for reset.”

“Incorrect.”