"It's a little hard to explain, since it was a mixture of my memories and someone else's."

Now that he thinks about it, there hasn't been an event like that in awhile. It makes him wonder if he should be expecting one soon.

"The part I know was from me was the rain and the fog. And the TV that would turn on when it got to a certain time of night and show someone..."

It's clear that he knows what he's talking about, and that he knows it's really, really important to him. A rare expression of frustration crosses his face and he rests his forehead against his palm, elbow on the surface of the table again.

"I couldn't remember it at the time, either. I didn't know what to call it when anyone asked."