"Yes, that's right." He still remembers Parker. The way he smiled.

Can't admit he loved his partner.

Sheehan rubs at his face again, inspecting the bruising and irritation on his wrists like that's the most important thing at the moment.

"Since then, I thought - that's surely the worst it can get. Losing my memories. Losing myself. That's what I fear the most. Even now, sitting here, I don't know if I'm here or if I'm dreaming."