"You still don’t remember, do you?” The question slipped before Dylan could even think- but he was falling further and further past any normal thought process, anyway. Memories from the quarter quell were returning to him slowly; sometimes triggered by a gesture or a smell, and sometimes through his dreams at night. This dream had been vivid, and now that he remembered, he couldn’t imagine how he could forget- or how Erika could still be oblivious.