"I don't even know who you are...but I found you again." Allison's words echo in his head, but so doss that look on her face when she grabbed his arm as he stepped off the elevator. So...confused and terrified and raw. "Yeah," he runs a hand across the back of his neck. "I mean, I think so. But--" he sighs softly.
"It just...doesn't feel right. Because, she's basically acting on impulses she doesn't even understand. I mean, it's like...her body remembers, but her mind doesn't--" he winces as soon as he says it, "Not-- like that. Just...everything. It's like she's working on autopilot, she's doing things because it feels right and natural, but she has no idea why because doesn't have the memories to match and explain why she's doing what she's doing."