"Do you think that's normal?" David asks, clutching onto the hope of it. "I've started to get a few memories back, but they're confusing," he admits, shaking his head. "Maybe that's part of why I've put the map together. The small things that have come to me, they don't make any sense."

Because for every logical memory that involves a town with a small populace and a charming economy, there's a matching memory of an enchanted world of spells and royalty and suffering and joy. He's not sure what to make of the dissonance, really. "Maybe they're not memories at all. Maybe it's just wishful thinking and dreams."