“I don’t know who I am. Wait a minute. How can that…” And like that the world was falling away in slabs, rinsed and pooling at the periphery. “You’re you, okay. You’ve always been you.” He was starting to shake. “But am I still me if I don’t remember who I was?” “I don’t know!” “I can still hear the river from here,” she said. “It’s saying I did a good job. It said I did good.”
