[ Johanna watches him sorting through the memories of -- whatever it was that happened to him -- with concern. When his eyelids flutter, she crosses the room to him, touching his shoulder carefully. ]

All right. You're all right here, you're doing well.

I'm sorry to make you do this, mate. C'mere, let's sit. [ She nods towards the couch, rather than trying to physically guide him. ]

It'd be easiest to make a ward if I had something that came from one of these people, but I'm betting you haven't anything like that. So the next best thing I can do is get as much information about them as you have. All right? They wanted something specific from you, so we need to make something specific to fuck 'em over.

Do you remember if they said anything? Words or songs or anything?