Before me materialised a room painted with the colour of neglect. A door stood ajar at the far-end wall casting a single golden beam of radiant light across the floor. Faint beams of light shone through dust-coated windows onto termite infested wooden floor boards. I knew what i was here for, yet, I doubted my resolve with each step forwards I took. Would this still be any much fun? With naught but my shadow for company? Yet before i had made up my mind to go back, my hand grasped the cold metal surface of the door knob. As it turned, a few peices of rust fell out. I watched as they floated gently and silently onto the ground. The last copper coloured particle had finally found it's way to the ground and settled snugly admist it's companions in a bed of dust. I looked up at the sign on the door. "Temporal Lobe" it read. It open surprisingly quietly as i took a step into the next room.

Golden light blinded my eyes with such ferocity that it took me a while to get aquainted with it's intensity. The next room was circular and majestic. A large dome made of white marble arched high above. I walked into the middle of the room. Mountanious shelves adorned with rows and rows of motion pictures, each one emitting a radiant glow, formed a border along the wall encircling me.

I took my time to choose. Walking along the shelves, I imbibed each picture as i pushed the replay buttons, one after another. I began to tear uncontrollably. Undoubtedly, I couldn't take all of them with me. I would miss them indeed. But it was all right, I reasuured myself. Once i left the room, I would not remember them, not one.

I was done. Ready to leave. I took one last look at the pictures left on the shelves, their light now dimming steadily. "Goodbye" I whispered and walked out the door back into the dusty worn down corridor.

The pictures i took with me shone as brightly as before, lighting the path before me and showing me the way out. A small smile began to form across my countenence as i caught a glimpse of my favourite memory of all, shining ever so reasuuringly out of the darkness. Everything was indeed, going to be all right. Afterall, it wasn't the first time i had been here.