...I have an idea. I think it'll work, because he is us... If we both think about ourselves at the same time, won't it create a new memory...? I mean the logic is confusing, but I think you get the gist.
May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, then lie with me all the nights of your life. And if you must cheat, then please, cheat death. — An Unknown Bride, Leap Year