A little.

( most of it he'd gathered on his own, picking over news feeds and the network. the messages she'd left him while he was gone had been their own sort of informative. the desperate tenor of her voice when she had asked him to speak to her. )

I don't remember anything.

( not where he had gone or how it had happened. others had claimed to have been sent back to their homes, some of them claimed to have been gone for years before they had been returned, but not him. all he had to show for his time away was a half inch of hair growth and crumbs in his sheets. )

Just going to bed in my apartment and waking there again, days later.

( the experience mad all the stranger by the obvious signs of someone else having been in the apartment. and it could only have been her. nobody but rey knew where he lived, much less had access to his apartment.nobody else would have cared enough to come looking for him. certainly not after his plan had placed them all in jeopardy. there were plenty that would have been glad to see him gone. )

To crumbs in my bed, my lover missing, and everything within reach on fire.