It's an everyday burst of psychological horror, forgetting your keys, but certainly one that's no less gripping than townspeople being possessed by shadowy forces, a spaceship being infested by alien parasites or beings from the fourth dimension burrowing into your brain. Will video games ever be able to capture the slow dread that grows within as you realise that perhaps that trout really was bad, the sweaty panic of forgetting a loved one's birthday or the spine-chilling horror of not being able to find that receipt? We can only hope. Surely it's the ultimate goal of the medium.
What I'm trying to say is that I had a traumatic experience this morning and you're jolly lucky that I lived to tell the tale and provide you with a new Morning Discussion.