Eric pulls back as Humpty Dumpty steps near, putting himself up against the window of the bus. With the question his eyes narrow. He isn't sure if this is a game Humpty is playing or if he is genuinely curious.

How could he not remember that night? But then, how could any of this be happening right now?

"Jack and I fought. He slashed my leg, my face, and he was going to kill me. But then you..." Again, he really doesn't know how to feel about any of this. The bus stops again, making him sway so he reaches out and steadies himself using one of the chairs. His hand grips at the headrest hard.

"That was three years ago, Humpty Dumpty."