The woman there is definitely his mother; both biologically, and matching the image of her, from his memories. "No. They only spoke," Shirley replies, dispassionately, though there's a tiny undercurrent of jealousy, in her voice.<br/><br/>"What are you talking about? She's thrilled to see me, aren't you mother?" "Yes, dear, of course," she says, her voice full of sorrow, though he seems to be completely oblivious to it.