He wonders if that's what it's like when meditation gurus told you about letting go of your thoughts, when you'd get that sense of peace and tranquility, a sense of relaxation.
It's strange that he remembers that. That he remembers things like meditation gurus and New Ageism, that he knows how to read and how to drive a car but doesn't know his own name. It frightens him and he thinks he remembers panicking earlier? But now that fear has simmered down to a sort of helpless daze. It brings a blurry, dreamlike quality to his day and he wanders around, looking at places, at people, wondering what to do. Sometimes he feels like there is a flash of recognition depending on what he encounters.
It gives him hope, though. He just needs to find the right places, the right people, and then he'll remember. Like they did in the movies.
It's strange that he remembers movies.
There is one clue, though. He needs to find - him. He has a picture in his pocket with a name, John Sheppard, and an urgent note to find him. There's also a note to check a certain computer file on a tablet and he can't help but thinking that that would be so helpful. Maybe there was a list there, information about who he is. Maybe videos. Medical data. The solution to this mess.
The problem is... he doesn't know where to find the tablet.
Did he lose it? Did someone take it? Did he just not consider that he might not remember where it was when he could still remember everything else?
Maybe John Sheppard knows.
He's been wandering for a while, wondering if maybe he's just chasing a ghost. And then he sees him, up ahead, at the end of the street.
"Hey! Wait!!"
It's him, he's sure of it, he has stared at that picture so many times and before he really knows what he's doing he's running after him to cut him off.
"... Hi."
He stares at him, a little out of breath - huh, he could probably be in better shape - his mouth opening and closing because he hadn't actually thought that far ahead or what he would say if he found him.
"I, uh. Okay, actually I don't know how to not make that sound weird? But I have a picture of you."
And that is pretty weird, so he hurries on,
"I have trouble remembering things and, and I know I'm not the only one, I've met others who can't remember and, and, and I'm one of them? And I think I know you, I just, I just don't remember you? But I have this picture and it told me to find you and then I saw you walking down the street and that's why I yelled and I think I knew you before? I mean, I must have? Because I have your picture..."
Oh God, he's talking really fast. Why is he talking so fast? It's like can't stop, the words just keep coming and coming, tumbling out and what if he thinks he's a weirdo? He probably does, doesn't he. Rodney hurries, sifting through his pockets, holding up a finger from time to time to ask for more patience.
"Wait... wait, I have it here somewhere, I swear..."
iii. wildcard
He wonders if that's what it's like when meditation gurus told you about letting go of your thoughts, when you'd get that sense of peace and tranquility, a sense of relaxation.
It's strange that he remembers that. That he remembers things like meditation gurus and New Ageism, that he knows how to read and how to drive a car but doesn't know his own name. It frightens him and he thinks he remembers panicking earlier? But now that fear has simmered down to a sort of helpless daze. It brings a blurry, dreamlike quality to his day and he wanders around, looking at places, at people, wondering what to do. Sometimes he feels like there is a flash of recognition depending on what he encounters.
It gives him hope, though. He just needs to find the right places, the right people, and then he'll remember. Like they did in the movies.
It's strange that he remembers movies.
There is one clue, though. He needs to find - him. He has a picture in his pocket with a name, John Sheppard, and an urgent note to find him. There's also a note to check a certain computer file on a tablet and he can't help but thinking that that would be so helpful. Maybe there was a list there, information about who he is. Maybe videos. Medical data. The solution to this mess.
The problem is... he doesn't know where to find the tablet.
Did he lose it? Did someone take it? Did he just not consider that he might not remember where it was when he could still remember everything else?
Maybe John Sheppard knows.
He's been wandering for a while, wondering if maybe he's just chasing a ghost. And then he sees him, up ahead, at the end of the street.
"Hey! Wait!!"
It's him, he's sure of it, he has stared at that picture so many times and before he really knows what he's doing he's running after him to cut him off.
"... Hi."
He stares at him, a little out of breath - huh, he could probably be in better shape - his mouth opening and closing because he hadn't actually thought that far ahead or what he would say if he found him.
"I, uh. Okay, actually I don't know how to not make that sound weird? But I have a picture of you."
And that is pretty weird, so he hurries on,
"I have trouble remembering things and, and I know I'm not the only one, I've met others who can't remember and, and, and I'm one of them? And I think I know you, I just, I just don't remember you? But I have this picture and it told me to find you and then I saw you walking down the street and that's why I yelled and I think I knew you before? I mean, I must have? Because I have your picture..."
Oh God, he's talking really fast. Why is he talking so fast? It's like can't stop, the words just keep coming and coming, tumbling out and what if he thinks he's a weirdo? He probably does, doesn't he. Rodney hurries, sifting through his pockets, holding up a finger from time to time to ask for more patience.
"Wait... wait, I have it here somewhere, I swear..."