[he does not think to switch to text, and he's a touch manic, but not without reason.]

Lily! My wife, she---

---she played the harp. She played one of these. I can't remember what it was called, but yesterday I couldn't remember anything about this. Suddenly it was just there, like a light went on in my head, and instead of another videotape I get this.

Big cat. Predator? God dammit. Shit, it's right there. [he's ...close to the name of the thing, just not making any sense to anyone unfamiliar with harps - and possibly even those familiar with. he's looking for lion > lyon & healy. it doesn't come.]

I can't get it to stay still.

[this fact has gone into his omni notes with the other things he remembers and then forgets again. sometimes re-reading them will trigger re-remembrance, but not always.]

I'm in my room at the Station, why?

[nothing strikes him at the moment that could be concerning about the visual. he's used to it - and his small beach house had seen similar states, only the photographs were less numerous and confined to his desk drawers.]