"I'm just tired of wanting it to happen faster," he confesses, the impatience starting to rankle and bring him to a place where he's furiously discontent with the pace of his mind in catching up to his desires. "I want to know who I am. I want to introduce myself as David Nolan and actually believe it. As it is, I just feel like it's another name like John Doe, something that people told me I was, but it's a lie."

He's started to get louder, more worked up. He sighs, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. None of this is your fault. It's just frustrating."