Lee's attention was piqued immediately. "You dug it up?" Was it the jar they had buried years ago? The one they'd put some generally non-consequential items in, then buried it, calling it an unreliable little time machine? "So it survived? Do you remember what was in it...?" It had been a big pickle jar, one he'd saved from the trash when his parents were going to throw it out. And he and Dustin had cleaned it out, took it to the lake. He remembered it all, but wanted Dustin to tell him.

"No... Do you remember anything? Anything at all, Dustin, not just that jar, but... anything... A friend? Fishing trip? Some random walk home from school one day? There's got to be something, you just have to keep linking things. If you remember the jar, you can think back. Connect the dots---it's not impossible, but it takes a lot of brainpower." Dustin had to remember. Lee didn't want it to crumble in front of him, or even begin reinstalling a friendship he'd been a part of for so long before they'd been ripped apart.