"I don't remember," he mumbles, still avoiding looking at her, though his expression rapidly is moving from frustrated to sorrowful. He rubs some snot from his nose.

"I'm from Vista City in Americana. I've never...I've never been here before. I've never met anyone like you."

Not that he remembers anyway. It's so hard to come to terms with the idea there could be so much that he's still forgetting.