"It's not like what you're saying," he hurries to clear up, hands coming up and waving some. "It's more- I ended up far from home, somewhere real different. I didn't forget anything, it was more- culture shock! And knowing nothing about where I was. I didn't forget who I was - it just it didn't line up with how everyone else lived."

He hasn't no idea if that makes sense, but getting into his deal is weird enough. And he's not the guy all frustrated about his lot in life. There isn't much of a life left for him, after all.

"You've got way more serious stuff going on me," he says, dismissing himself with a wave of a hand. "Sin and that's over with. But you... I can't imagine forgetting the past and then having the future breathing down your neck. But hey, you know... here, it's about what you do now most of us care about." His brow lifts some, and he realises:

"Someone might be able to help you around here someday - with your memory. All kinds of people come through here."