A teenager and an ex-goddess are trapped in a prison of their own making with only each other for company. Somehow, this wasn't the beginning of a cheap erotica. "Sad to say, I can't answer the really important questions when your memory is this spotty. We're in the Mneme. A labyrinthine realm that reflects all memories. Everything you see here is a reproduction of yours, mine and the collective memory bank of humanity. I myself am a figment of memory left behind by the real Amice, a hundred years into her captivity." Or, if limbo was really one of the circles of hell, then nobody said anything about it being deserted. A short-ish story. Coming of age, and an exploration of death and the things you leave behind.