Bastian hears

'Don't forget me Bastian.'

Bastian looked around his dorm room. He could have sworn he heard someone calling his name. He shrugged when he found no source for the voice, trying to shake it off as just his imagination. But for some reason he couldn't let it go, the voice had seemed familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint who it had belonged to.

"Mr. Koriander?" He thought out loud, but chuckled. No it definitely wasn't Mr. Koriander's voice, why would he come to mind? Mr. Koriander was the mean spirited book shop keeper he had known when he was younger, Bastian recalled visiting his shop a few times but couldn't remember much about his visits other than Koriander being a gruff man who didn't like kids.

For some reason the memory had made him smile, Bastian didn't remember many people from his youth, but he knew Mr. Koriander's book shop was still open. After finishing up this last paragraph he would go into town and visit the old jerk's shop. It would be nice to see a familiar face again.