Book?

“Let’s go,” Hal said to Jacques as they walked back to camp leaving their bootprints in the snow.

Jacques looked up from his watch, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Hal. “Go where?”

“Back to where you were last night,” Hal responded nonchalantly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jacques responded in the same nonchalant tone. Jacques changed the subject. “What were those pieces you were looking at last night?”

“Pieces?” Hal asked confused. He chuckled. “You mean the pages from your book?”

“Book? I hate to sound dumb here but I’ve never heard of that before.”

“Photographic memory, remember?” “Ha, I do.” “Books are something that people used to read to learn things, for entertainment, they were used to teach people, I mean they were everywhere. I don’t remember how long ago they were all burned though. This is all the information I get from listening to people like me, who remember every single thing.”

Jacques just started at him.

“Anyways, you ready to go?”

“What did they say?”

“What did who say?”

“The pieces–I mean the book.”

“I just started reading them. I took them from the back of your book. They say the last pieces of a book spoil it for you.” Hal smiled again.

“Alright, let’s go,” Jacques said looking at Hal slightly bewildered.  

“Really?” Hal asked not believing Jacques at first.

“Really,” Jacques said tilting his head a bit. “We can leave in a few hours.”