Carrie Smith was only fond of one flower, and that is the humble myosotis, or forget- me- not as it is prominently known. But memories seem to awaken as she reminisce events that happened five years ago in her clouded mind. What could it possibly have in connection? And how about the swirl necklace she has a vague recollection of? Would her questions be answered by an indignant lad with three nationalities running in his veins? Carrie is very much bewildered at this taciturn of events led by this peculiar teenager.