She lets out a breath, turning to look at him.

'It's a mobile phone. Also, it holds all your music and other -- computer stuff. It's one of those smartphones I was telling you about earlier.'

Her shoulders fall a bit, and she licks her lips.

'He was wrong about that world defining you. It's the other way 'round. You define it.'

And that's the real danger of forgetting, isn't it? She keeps that thought to herself, for now at least.