“I just…I wondered if the memories are coming back to you yet?” Tooms watched him with intent, his dark eyes fixed on Patch like he was seeking a tell, something that would show him the kid was drowning. “Memories?” “If you can remember more about the man.” Patch shrugged. “I mean, it’s Eli Aaron, right? But I never saw him. I never even heard him.” Tooms sighed, then spoke of the therapy, of eating right and maybe taking gentle exercise.