Wrinkles shift and twist, eyes flicker from side to side. He can see it in the distance of his thoughts, a blurred figure, a hazy memory.

"Yes," he says, friendly but insistent. "You're with him all the time. What was his name?" Nondescript noises rumble behind his lips for a minute and he stops walking to rub his temple. "Hh... Aa...Aspen? Pen... per? Jasper? Your friend, you know the one."