Of course they were still stuck. She sighs again, leaning her body against the table. How long must they suffer? Was there a trick to being able to leave? She would had to need a knife, but the only thing on the table was the tea. Well, she thinks, at least the tea is good. Another sigh, she adjusts her weight and turns her attention back to Martin.

“You speak of today’s events.” She gestures to him. “But not of the past.”

Was he too suffering from an affliction?

“Do you have gaps in your memory?” The too was implied.