It made a certain sort of sense that of all his family, Bran remembered first. After all, he'd always been more... aware, of things long past and things yet to happen, and he'd lived a hundred lives already in the bodies of birds and dogs and wolves.

In any case, it was a bright and sunny morning and he was almost down the stairs when a dog howled somewhere across the neighborhood, and all of a sudden Bran Stark forgot how to walk. He crashed down the remaining steps and lay there for a moment, dazed, as memories that weren't quite his flooded his mind.

'Every flight begins with a fall...'

'The things I do for love.'

The voices swirled around his head, faster and faster, the faces that spoke them appearing in sharp focus for a fraction of a second before blurring back into obscurity.

'...we swear it by ice and fire.'

'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'

At some point, he began to cry.

'That's the only time a man can be brave.'

'I'm not dead either.'

'His name is Summer.'

...someone was shaking his shoulder, an urgently worried voice in the present overriding the whispers of the past. Bran hadn't realized he'd screwed his eyes shut, but now he opened them.

"Bran!" Jon said, clearly relieved. "Oh, thank god. I heard a thump, and then I saw you and you were just sort of lying there shaking. I thought you might have been having a seizure or something."

Bran stared blankly up at his cousin and adopted brother for a moment.

"Bran? Bran, talk to me, buddy. Your mom will never forgive me if you got hurt on my watch."

"Your watch," Bran repeated, because-

'Lord Commander Snow of the Night's Watch-'

-and then he laughed, a bit hysterically, before wiping the tears from his eyes and shifting himself into a more comfortable sitting position.

"Do you remember?" he asked, so bluntly that it was more of a statement than a question, searching Jon's face for signs of recognition.

"Remember what?" Jon asked, clearly taken aback, and Bran's heart sunk.

"Old Westeros," he said, a bit desperately, words spilling from his lips unbidden. "Your name was Snow, not Stark, and you left to join the Night's Watch, and Arya was your favorite, and you got stabbed to death but the Red Woman brought you back, and you were a bastard and... and you had a direwolf named Ghost!" he finished breathlessly before pausing to take in more air. "And he was white with red eyes and-"

"-and he never made a sound," Jon finished slowly, voice quiet and low. Bran stared at him, hopeful, as something undefinable crossed his face. Jon stared back.

"...Bran?" he asked after a second, sounding disbelieving, and Bran laughed with glee and threw his arms around his cousin's neck.

They were back.

Everything was going to be okay.