Jean looked at her as the woman came in. His eyes filled with more confusion and a look of puzzlement. He couldnâ€™t recall. That didnâ€™t sound familiar yet...it did at the same time. He listened as she told him where he was. Nothing she said sounded familiar. In fact while it should he didnâ€™t know what she meant. He wasnâ€™t sure what she was talking about even though he had been through it. She spoke of bandages and that is when he noticed them. The things covering burns that were already healing. They hurt still though. He didnâ€™t remember why they were there. She said his clothes had been burnt. Had he been in a fire? He just couldnâ€™t remember for the life of him. He heard her questions.<span style="font-style: italic">I think...its Jean but...Iâ€™m not sure.</span>He said with his mind. Moving his lips but for a second the words and his lips werenâ€™t moving in sync. He looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">I canâ€™t...remember.</span>He mouthed the words as they came from his mind as projections. He looked at her. For a moment his head hurt to much to say anything with his mind. He mouthed the words but not a sound came out. When the headache passed he looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">Nice to meet you Odie. Thank you...for taking me in when I was hurt.</span>The words came in sync with the lips.