Neil smiled as Elizabeth's hand went through his hair, enjoying her display of affection towards him. As Elizabeth asked him about his memory, he didn't mind answering her question. He had some memory, but it never made sense to how he got here, or what had exactly transpired.<br/><br/>"Sure, I don't mind tagging along with you," Neil answered, staying close to Elizabeth's side. It wasn't because he was scared; mainly he didn't want to get separated, and if he said something, it was for her to hear, and not some random passerby to pry into his inner happenings.<br/><br/>He struggled to think for a few minutes. "I can't...think much of right now. But there's just a bunch of broken memories; places and things I don't understand. Somehow I feel I was in the middle of it all. I keep seeing lots of people. Sometimes I see the sky as if I was a bird flying in it. At other times I feel that I was fighting for my life, and just see fire and explosions. None of it makes sense..."<br/><br/>Neil groaned slightly, closing his eyes in concentration. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to piece anything together right now. Maybe tonight when we're on the ship, I can relax and be able to think better.