I held his hard arm. "What else? How much do you remember?"
"I'm all right," he answered. "There aren't supposed to be any effects from this."
"Who is in charge of this ship?" I asked.
He tensed suddenly. "You are, sir. Why?"
I moved away from the cot. "Listen, I can't remember. I don't know your name or anything about this ship."
"What do you mean? What can't you remember?" he asked. He stood up slowly, edging around towards the door. I didn't want to fight him. I wanted him to understand. "Look, I'm in trouble. Nothing fits, except my name."
"You don't know me?"
"No."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, yes. I don't know why but it's happened."