Might be. That little attempt to remember if I could juggle was not pleasant. [He takes a sip of his drink and lets the burn of it mask the pain. Oddly, being empty of memory isn't as terrifying as the first time.

What happened to make this time different? He sips again and glances at himself in a mirror behind the bar. He runs his finger along the top of the glass.] We can look on the bright side. All the food and drinks we were used to are new again.