“Wh…” He flinches away from the sudden brightness, even though Malcolm is shielding him from it for the most part.

He doesn’t recognize Malcolm, is the problem. He doesn’t know those striking blue eyes, that gently worried face.

Your memory will come back in a while.

A lifetime’s worth of instinct takes over. These people think he knows them. Or they’re trying to convince him he knows them. He’ll work with that. It’s all he’s got.

“What happened?”

He doesn’t have to fake the shakiness in his voice.