"hush, hush now," she says, and scurries around the edge of the table so that she can be closer to him. Gently, she pulls him toward her again in a warm embrace. "it's alright, love," she coos. "Let it out, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with not remembering. It'll all come back, just you wait."

she had to have some sort of memory jogging charm in one of her books. She'd just have to wait till he was asleep or something to page through them.

"did you have anything else with you? anything that would give you any idea of anything at all?" A watch or something even.