I glanced over at Alfred, unable to hold back a smirk that crept across my face. The laughter we shared felt like a warm, comforting blanket, wrapping around us as we navigated the bustling corridors of the company. It seemed that, despite the shadows cast by my memory loss, the bond of our friendship was like a lifeline, keeping me afloat in an ocean of uncertainty. I might not remember all the delightful and sometimes chaotic moments that we had shared over the years, but there was an innate sense within me that whispered with a reassuring clarity: Alfred was truly my best friend.
As we walked side by side through the throng of busy employees, I scanned my surroundings in earnest, desperately looking for anything—a face, an object, a fragment of conversation—that might spark a memory an
