"I'm okay. I think," he says, carefully. "I'm not - I'm not going to lose them, am I? I'm not--"

He tries focusing on the images that have flashed, and others. An apartment in Brooklyn. One in Paris. One in Berlin that he's never seen inside. A mountain house. Shared laughter, shared experiences, shared--

"I can still remember them," he says, after a moment. "It was just. A flood, there, for a second."