[He takes a sip of his drink. It’s that or remember the storm. The blood. The sharp burn of his double’s eyes as the sound of rain filled his mind.

And the agony of it all.] I would advise caution on considering that an exit. What took our memories and is giving them back has an agenda. For all we know this may not be the first time we’ve met.

Memories come back at random. That I know of. It could be they come back at the worst possible time. This is how little we know.