Yeah.

[It's disconcerting to watch himself do something so violent and horrible, and to have it occur in front of an attractive woman whose kind of taking all of this in stride? If the cosmic Earth could open and swallow Nathan he might thank it on the way to his death.

But he tries to push through it with a mortified flush of red over his cheeks, and the nervous way he scratches one bicep, as if he could tear out the nerves.]

The awake version of me doesn't remember her at all, actually. But a year or so ago, a woman saved me from a really weird situation and when I looked at her it was like ... [The nerves dissipate as he tries to reach for what really happened.] Like finding something after years of searching. Except - Every time I try to find her when I'm awake I either forget again, or something weird happens. Since reality doesn't want to cooperate, I thought I'd try to look through my dream-memory things. They started up after I saw her in person, so I figured it might be a solid lead.

[He laughs, shrugs.]

And that's led me to you, apparently.