Honestly, he's not sure if it would help or not, But it certainly can't hurt. "I'm a musician. I interpret everything in music, just like my mother the painter interprets everything in color. I can't say for sure that me playing music will jog your memory, but it might at the very least be fun. It might take your mind off... well, everything."

And what if it did help her remember something? It might not lead her to recall a tangible story, but it might bring her a feeling or a sense of self or any number of things.

"I know music makes me feel better. Always. Every time. We could give it a try if you want." Sitting down here must seem awfully strange to her: not knowing where she is, not recognizing anyone and him only by the sound of his voice, not knowing who she is but for the snippet of story he told and the few things she actually remembers.

"What do you think? Are you up for it?" It's actually something he thinks he'd like very much. It can be just like the first time they met, almost.

Almost.