“I think I can find you a place. You’ll have to wait…” He straightened, glancing down at an imaginary place on one wrist. He didn’t wear a watch. “Ten months, or thereabouts? And so long as we’re in lockdown, you won’t have any of your memories. Not until you get back here, and… well, it’s a vicious cycle. Feel the frustration—it’s been my constant companion for longer than you can imagine.”