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I know I have memories of things that could never have happened.

One thing I clearly recall is my mother taking this picture of me when I was about three years old.

It's probably the first thing I do remember, and, of course, it's impossible since she died two years earlier.

My mother, Madeleine.

Why... Why do you want to know about that?

I mean, she died when I was like a year old.

No, I wouldn't really talk of loss.

I don't remember much of her, but it's funny, I clearly remember my mother taking this picture of me.

PIETÀ (From Italian: [pjeˈta]; meaning "pity", "compassion")

I remember Rebecca and Jacob.

I mean, it's their story, really.

It's not mine.

I'm not part of it.

I'm not a part of it.

When he was five years old, Jacob decided to have a memory.

To remember an inconsequential moment of no particularity,

except that he would remember this place at this time. For the rest of his life.

And he did.

It is eight o'clock, you have three hours, you may begin.

At the funeral, everyone thought it was strange.

Rebecca, you know, his mother, she wasn't even there.

I've been Jacob's best friend for as long as I can remember.

It seemed absurd.

I always looked up to him.

He was everything I ever wanted to be.

There are a lot of rumours. That Rebecca had suffered a nervous breakdown.

Someone told me that she'd somehow harmed herself.

My father decided to send me away to school abroad.

I only saw her once more after that, two years later.

Rebecca?

How are you?

Don't go.

The eyes.

It's me, Julian.

I've been to your house thousands of times. Julian.

Julian?

You're... probably... wondering why I'm here.

I've spent so many days alone. Here... In the daytime, while he was at school.

My mother, my own mother, Madeleine, she was so...

she was so...

So...

I remember things. Perfectly...

MADELEINE FERGUSON Beloved mother and wife

I remember things...

Don't go.

Where are you going? Please...

I'm still here.

I'm sorry.

And said goodbye.

I never saw her again.

What more is there to say?

I couldn't face it.

I mean... blind yourself.

No one really knew what happened after that.

It's kind of unresolved, I guess.

I disappeared from her life at the same time as Jacob.

So why go... Why go all the way back there now?

I guess this is where the story ends.

Tell me what happened.

Do you remember when you're a child?

You're in a room.

Suddenly the lights go out, and you have to make your way, relying on a disappearing image of the room.

At the same time as the darkness takes over, the certainty that you're in the room alone disappears.

It can't be Jacob.

I sometimes have memories of things that could never have happened.

Maybe they belong to somebody else.