It wasn't remembering, not in any clear sort of way, but in the back of his mind, somewhere, was a memory of a little girl with blonde hair and a wild laugh, like her mother's. He couldn't remember a name, or even the details of her face, but looking down at the two of them, he was hit with a surge of deja vu that had nothing to do with the damn photographs of them that he'd pretended not to look at.

"Yeah, nice to meet you," he said, glancing away and shifting his weight awkwardly, "Look, man, they got stuff for you at the information desk. 's the same for everybody. Keys to an apartment and stuff. You want, I can show you."