It felt like an eternity before a woman's voice responded to his question. The voice was trembling, and he was worried he had offended her by looking so beat up. He wished he could apologize, but he felt he had to answer her first, or more, ask her to explain further as her name brought up no memories. Her face was hard to see, his vision was still blurry, probably because he had lost both of his contacts and his vision without some kind of corrective lenses gave him a terrible headache, but he wouldn't be able to remember he wore glasses. "I'm sorry, you'll need to be more specific. Something's wrong with me right now, I can't remember anything. And I'm sorry if I've offended you with my appearance, the doctor says I look pretty banged up right now." Keith spoke. His voice was a bit weak, but clear none the less. Her voice had tinged something in his mind, but not enough to understand anything yet. The more he tried to understand, the less it made sense.