[He can tell it's the wrong answer in about a half second from her expression, and for a moment he tries to remember anything that might be remotely relevant before coming up short. Damn. If one of his friends suddenly forgot him, he'd be speedrunning every stage of grief simultaneously, which is what he imagines is happening to her right now.]
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I-- I'm so sorry, it-- the future?
[But the Metaverse was supposed to...]
When... when do we meet then?