Fair enough place to start, Sarah Jane decided. Figure out what she did know, and work from there. Dr. Reid seemed a bit hesitant to start the conversation as well, so it was a good jumping-off point.
"I remember names, faces, associations," she said. "I recognized the name of the town on the box," she uncrossed her arms and pulled her little survival kit from her jacket pocket, "and I knew it was bad. I don't know how I knew, but there was a feeling of dread associated with the name. And I remembered the journals, once I pulled mine out and saw it, and how to use them. People I met before, handwriting I've seen before, that's familiar in the sense that it's recognizable. And each face or handwriting sample has an associated feeling with it. Including the Management. I recognized their style of wording more than the handwriting - the short cryptic sentences. Aside from that?" She shrugged. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Sometimes flashes when people mention things that happened, but nothing more than a fleeting image or feeling. Nothing detailed. And I'm used to detail, Dr. Reid. I'm a journalist."
She pushed off from the wall and paced to the other end of the room and back. It really was frustrating. "You've implied you remember the details, doctor, and that we'd experienced something here together. I'd like to know what happened." Well, like might not be the proper word. Need might be better. She had a feeling she wouldn't like what she heard, but had the need to hear it all the same.