I lent a man five dollars eight months ago, an event I have forgotten or filed away as useless. He has taken the train from Surrey to find me and pay me back. Calling me blue eyes, he wants so badly for me to remember the exchange. I can't recall, I lie, it is bit like faking an orgasm. Wanting to make amends, seems like so much trouble, but is obviously important. I tell him he is the first one, to return money that I have given. He wants to return my faith in humanity, I tell him it was never lost.