"You mean… you remember me?" he asked, embarrassed at the squeak that escaped on the last word. […] "I remember remembering," she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled up her legs to wrap her arms around her knees. "Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they're empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain." (36.8)

Alby stepped up. "I'm sick of this." He pointed at Thomas's chest, almost tapping it. "I wanna know who you are, who this shank girl is, and how you guys know each other." (36.61)