Getting back into the car, January had a nagging feeling that she was forgetting something. She checked her bag and felt her pockets to make sure she had everything: keys, cell phone, book, wallet. She often misplaced things and was known to be forgetful, Dick of course reminded her all the time. Digging through her bag, she tried to jog her memory of what she brought out with her in the first place. But just then, her fingers curled around something she hadn't brought with her, something she had never seen before and had no recollection of owning.