He looked sympathetic. At least, as sympathetic as he could manage.
"Yeah." He tried to remember his dreams when they first started, but they seem hazy in his memory. "I think ... Mine ... At the start of it all. The end of it. End of the start."
Roger frowned. It was hard to articulate such concise concepts. "Plane crash? Think I was ... Trying ... T-to get away. Zombie attack."