Barty shook his head. "No, I think I grew up in London. I... There was an accident and I was sick for a while. I lost quite a lot of my memory."
He frowned as he related his situation as truthfully as he could. "I'm just getting back on my feet. I think my memories might be coming back, but I'm not sure if I want them to. From what I've heard about... about the accident, I don't want to remember what it was like back then." He shook his head, trying to clear it of the images still stuck in his mind from his nightmares. He didn't want to know what he had been like back then, at all.