He could remember bits and pieces of where he had been. But that was all, bits and pieces. Even if one detail stood out horriblyin his mind. Those damned pits. "Out," Remus muttered, shifting his body around so that his head was resting on the armrest.
Eyes closed, he felt rather than heard her approach. Now that was weird. He could only hear her once she got close, not following each and every creak in the flat. "Look fit? I feel like utter shite," Remus grumbled. "Head is killing me. Split in twain."