Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah watched the man, waited while he fell into step beside him. The air outside was briskly cold, and he cursed the weather as he always did when stepping outside in this city. The messenger bag at his thigh was heavy with books, though, and he knew the walk with the added weight would warm him up in no time.
"What have you forgotten, Robert?" he asked, because if the man remembered anything before the two months, it pointed toward a short term memory loss. It would also discount the carotid as a possible culprit. "Do you remember things in the morning, but not in the afternoon?" he asked, stopping at a corner and waiting for traffic to slow enough for him to cross.