They did, with a close-up of the key on a telephone, and so did Alex, scrawled across one of his papers. When the name slotted comfortably into his head, it felt like remembering. Maybe it was.

"Yeah--yeah, they did." Jay can feel his gestures swinging a little wider, his voice gaining a manic edge he can't quite suppress. "So your Mirror told me I--I had to name it, because if you're not afraid of the name, you're not afraid of...of it, so maybe it won't..." He trails off, grasping at the air. "And I wasn't even thinking about it, but that--that's the name that came to mind. And maybe...maybe I was just remembering when totheark said it or when Alex said it, or maybe it's just a coincidence. But I wasn't...I don't remember why I even...got that far."

He's not making sense. He knows he's not making sense.

"I don't mean I forgot the conversation. I remember it...perfectly." He spits out the last word. "I just don't know why I...played along, I dunno."

But he does know, doesn't he? He remembers the words. He remembers what they meant.