"With Sherlock Holmes?" John repeated. "No, I just met him... Haven't spent above fifteen minutes around him..." He was terribly confused by this point, and it didn't help that he was confusing the other man. He felt horrible. Had he lost his memory somehow? Amnesia didn't work the way it did in movies and television; a bump on the head wouldn't clear out his memory back to a random point in time. Then again, human memory was a bizarre thing, even to modern medicine. Had he ended up here and then somehow lost his memory?
"Look, I'm sorry I don't... remember you," he said, a little weakly. "I don't know where we are, either. Or how I got here. I'm beginning to suspect memory loss, but that's ridiculous, amnesia doesn't work this way. I should have just... lost my memory, not this way, not without some sort of traumatic experience."