The Memory Dust contains genuine memories, and has been driving some people a bit nuts. Imagine... one second you're walking down the street deciding what you're going to have for dinner, and the next second you're reliving someone's memories of being almost beaten to death or watching someone they care about being raped and being unable to do anything... and feeling as if they're your own memories. And being the bitch that I am, the nicest member of my core group is going to get by far the worst memories. The story is told in third-person present, focussing mainly on Gwen. I feel more comfortable writing from her point of view than anyone else's.