"Umm." Scratching at his chin, Greg ends up feeling his beard. Boy, that's a weird sensation. Not a bad one, though.

"Sort... of?" He shrugs, helplessly. The memories have only been small snippets of moments, but now that he's looking it sure seems some of them must have been on this beach. "We... we live here, right? Or... you guys do?" He looks up at the huge statue, the house cradled in its hands. "Or you used to. Sheesh, this place got wrecked."