Zero wasn't a coward, or one to give up easily on things. Yet the more he fought to focus and recall things the tighter those strands became. Like he was a fly caught in an invisible web, practically ripping himself apart to get free. When the scene suddenly changed TJ relaxed a tad. Not because anything really jumped out at him about this new memory, but because he wasn't fighting to recall anything just then. If anything the man just glanced around for a moment, watching things play out and frowning a tad. None of the other four faces stood out at all, but JJ's face and her eyes again drew he gaze. It wasn't the anger, or even the look of frustration that caught his attention this time around. Instead it was the plate of food that had that odd feeling of deja vu returning with fury. "That's my...I make that food. I mean, it's...that's my recipe. Can smell the same herbs and it looks the same. The same as what I make for myself."