"It's not your fault." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking across her cheek. "Sometimes... I forget. Until something reminds me. I still don't remember most of what happened." The pain, the fear - he remembered those things, but only vaguely, with nothing solid attached to them. But sometimes he remembered a chair and bright light, being strapped down, Eleanor close by but him unable to reach her. To help her.

"I want to be able to. I want to be able to do so much with you."