We are? [ god, he shouldn't sound so relieved to hear that someone knows him. that he's got at least one friend who recognizes him. that means he's someone here. he's got some kind of life even if he can't remember it right now. ]

Yeah, I — [ he trails off, frowning. ] I don't remember my world. I can get snatches sometimes of things that aren't clear. People's faces. Places. But nothing that's helpful.

[ it was a confusing mix of colors, noises, and images that he was struggling to put together. ] But you know me. That means I wasn't always like this.