I don't think you'd like it as much if you actually were in this position. I mean... god, I woke up one day with a handful of memories that didn't make any sense at first. Some of the things I actually remember still don't make sense to me. I don't know what caused it. I almost... part of me thought that maybe Layton would know, because he was the clearest thing I could remember, but if he does know then he never told me.

[She shakes her head again, nuzzling into his muffler some more.]

My life since then sometimes feels like I've just been stumbling around in a fog, you know? I gave up on ever getting my memories back or finding out how I lost them, and I did it a long time ago, but then... sometimes, I'll remember something new. Just little things. I'll remember the name of a guy I had a crush on when I was younger, or what my favorite food used to be. Useless things, but they crop up sometimes and they practically ruin me, because I find myself thinking... well, if I can remember useless things like that, why can't I remember anything important, like what my name really is? I mean, I certainly don't think this is my real name. I couldn't find any birth records for a Jean Descole. But it's the only name I remember for myself.