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A day outing had been Gram and Lily's idea, a diversion to bring them together, a bonding of sorts, and it had seemed extremely important-vital, in fact-at the planning stage, although Chime couldn't quite remember why.  Gram knew that this morning he was logical and reasonable, and in control.  And now . . . now he feels like he's losing himself.  Lily didn't want to admit a brush with the same sensation.  She shrugged his hand away.  "Don't you find it odd that none of us can remember where we were supposed to go next?  On a day that we planned months ago?"