A barrage of messages that he ignores, sifting for pictures. Some of it's like exposure therapy. Will he find one of himself someday, a scene he has no memory of? Will Raglan call him, ask, Hey Molloy, where were you last night?, knowing he can't answer?

Not tonight. Tonight he's trying to move past some of this shit, even if it's just a band-aid. Armand can be another bear trap tomorrow.

He tries to stay awake and alert, but eventually, he starts nodding off. The sun hikes higher in the sky, the room heats up despite air conditioning and heavy curtains, and he really wishes he were somewhere else—

A startle back to full consciousness. Blinking. Huh? He looks up at the arched entryway—