Inside No. 9 -

He showed me around the shop, pointing out various items on the shelves. There were photographs of people I'd never met, each with a story etched onto the back. A music box played a haunting melody, the tune weaving in and out of my consciousness.

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."

"What do you want to forget?" Mr. Finch asked, his voice low and soothing.