Nigel starts shaving the foam on his thigh and starts talking on the phone cautiously. "Who is this?" He unbuttons his shirt. "We spoke earlier? I don't remember that." "Well, its not amnesia I remember everything from before the incident, I just can't make new memories" Nigel takes off his shirt and examines the tattoos all over his chest, there is a bandage on his left arm underneath "FACT 2." that he briefly scratches at. "So I can't remember talking to you. What did we talk about?" "Hoagie Gilligan. Yeah, I tell people about Hoagie to help them understand my situation. I guess I actually use his story to help me understand my situation." "Hoagie wrote himself an endless amount of notes. But he had no system. He would get mixed up. I have a more graceful solution." Nigel stares at his tattoos. "I'm organized, I'm disciplined. Hoagie had no drive, no reason to try and keep up with himself." Nigel glares at his reflection and the backwards tattoo "CH. D. MURDERED YOUR WIFE"

"I have a reason."