He falls silent for a moment, even as the sphere enclosing him bobs slowly in the muck. A recent memory is struggling to surface, because the very existence of it is contradictory to this sense of hopelessness.

But they've always been together, haven't they? Images come to mind, of walking together in a dark Vistan alleyway, and in a mansion bathtub. Its like a song he only remembers part of a line from, and wants desperately to know the rest.

It feels a little easier, when the grime starts to scrub away. But he's still sinking and it doesn't seem possible that he'll ever make it in time. He puts his hands against the glass, like he's futilely trying to push through it.

"I can't remember," he says, frustrated and defeated. "They're just going to take me away again."