It was later in the night when he couldn't fall asleep that he remembered that he was supposed to tell his uncle something. He still couldn't remember what that detail exactly was however. And this freaked him out and he couldn't fall asleep. He laid there staring at the ceiling and then shutting his eyes hoping he could get some rest but none came.

He wasn't even worried that he would never be able to remember the details. His uncle would still appreciate if he were to call him and tell him "Look uncle Chip. I know something. Like I know that i know something, but I don't know what it is. I can't remember. But it's connected to dad."

Chip wouldn't be upset or anything. Would listen and they would chat. Not only because chatting about it might help him remember but also because Chip just liked talking to him. That's how his uncle was. A real people person. Anytime Chip went to a bar, which he did often, he'd become everyone's best friend there who already wasn't. Chip's favorite bar was this place called Jack's Tavern.