"I'm Dick," he said, and braced himself for the usual responses. Most of his stock answers teased the edge of his sick-muddled brain.

His other hand comes to sandwich the one of hers. God, his mind just isn't clearing fast enough. He's going to have to find a girlfriend so this doesn't happen again.

"Persuasiveness," he echoed. "I wish you could persuade the people here to tell us anything. I don't know why you don't remember, but I know you couldn't persuade them to tell us anything before, so I doubt it'll happen now. And it's the people who run the place that have all the answers."