He doesn't know her. Right? Simon wracks his brain as best he can and... no. He doesn't recognize her, at all. There's not even that vague feeling of familiarity he gets so often these days, where if he just pulls that string long enough it will ravel into a shape he knows for certain. The short term memory is the real problem. The long-term memory is just... rusty. In need of exercises.

"I seem to be in one piece," he says. "That's better than the alternative."

He takes another glance around. "Do you know where we are?"