"I want to forget my name," I said finally.
I stood there, frozen, as the city seemed to shift and change around me. And I knew that I would never be able to find my way back to that shop, or to the memories that I had lost. inside no. 9
I realized then that some memories are worth keeping, even if they hurt. And I knew that I would return to Mr. Finch's shop, to buy back the one thing I had sold: my name. "I want to forget my name," I said finally