"How long after this illness did you find yourself here?" She is leaning back, still smoking thoughtfully, but angled toward the window so the smoke doesn't drift his way.

"Also, what kind of strange things were you supposed to have said? Did anyone record it?"

She frowns, the her expression smooths out and she pats his hand gently.

"If you are sure you lost something" she says "Then you probably have." She pauses, then adds. "The world is very small place, so just move onward. Your memories will return when it is time. To those who know, the world is also a very large place, and when seen by those who know, holds far more than just one world can hold."