"I am Thomas Townsend. No. I am..." The man paused as if something weren't right. He'd said the right name, but he didn't want to accept it. No. This wasn't right. Yet, most people he'd told the truth acted as if he were insane. He wasn't insane, or maybe he was, stuck in this damn body. It was too confining and limited. He had no power here, and he had started hating it a long time ago.
"You go to the ginger one; he likes Zen. His partner, her. They are good together. Just right." Though there were times other people tried to get in the way. That doctor had gotten in the way, causing trouble, even if it had been interesting to watch people run from the reanimated dead.
"You go to them. You help them." He nodded as if that were the right choice. Perhaps the only choice to solve the mystery. He couldn't just step in further, no matter how much he wanted. He had made deals and promises.