I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.

His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.

Behind him,across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.

If you were to be lost in the river, Jonas, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.