Well, plenty of people vacation in the same places, I... I think.

[ But it's weak even to his own ears, and as Flynn trails along the dusty roads, looking into the shells of buildings, it sifts to dust in the desert wind. ]

...but, I can't help but think that you're right. At the very least, I should remember making the choice to come here, or anything about this place. I... don't remember much of myself at all. So then— we can't trust anything we're seeing, can we? Or hearing?