<i>What is it with the hats?</i>Annie thought. She had returned one to its owner earlier that day. She picked up the wide-brimmed piece of headgear from the floor and pushed it against her chest with her mind more confused than ever. It had been good to open up to somebody, but it also made her think of everything from a new perspective. How could she not remember? Tony had said it'd be the best. But her mind wouldn't let her forget... She looked at the bottle in her hand. Perhaps she needed a drink?<br/><br/>Annie wasn't sure when Tony had left. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that only the sound of the closing door had awoken her. And now she had the hat, which she'd have to return. Because that's what she did; helping people.<br/><br/>Slowly walking towards her door, she began to wonder why Tony had left. Had she said something wrong? His voice had sounded a bit trembling... Perhaps she had asked the wrong question. And in that case, it might not be the best idea to go knocking on his door. She'd just leave the hat outside in front of it, where he'd find it in the morning. Annie raised her hand on the door handle. It stayed there for a while.<br/><br/><i>No,</i>she thought,<i>That'd be just rude. As if the hat would say, 'She doesn't ever want to see you again.'</i>Annie retracted her hand, and took a step back. She finally realized she had a choice. She wouldn't have to make the same mistake again. The hat found its place on her desk, and a smile slowly creeped on her face. Now the hat wouldn't be a gesture of saying goodbye. It was now saying something completely different.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>