It was a civilised breakup. Polite. Adult. They’d just reached the end of the relationship. Agreed. Even sorting through the possessions happened without rancour. There was a sort of melancholy. “This one was yours. I remember when your Agent bought it. You couldn’t work out why until it explained it to you.” “No you have it, my Agent has an idea for the kitchen.” There were some things they got a little emotional about. Odd things. Material things. They quickly moved on. They opened the Archive. They found themselves reliving moments, remembering or often trying to remember. Their Agents helped.