It felt real enough at the time. I think not knowing who I was was part of the point, though - it was an identity crisis. Stuck in the middle, between the creepy voice and the other people.

[He shrugs. That's all he's got. It had messed with him so badly, even if it sounds like something out of a bad movie in hindsight.]

And it was utter mood whiplash with the other one from last week.

[Yeah. There was another.]