"No," she finally answers, a little regretful.

But it's not just his theory that doesn't make sense. Taken by himself, Gren makes a certain amount of sense. Maybe if she could remember the history he says she has with this place, she'd think it's a reasonable theory.

But she doesn't remember it.

"None of this does, though."

Slowly, almost grudgingly, she moves over, swings her legs over the side of the bed, and sits there with her fingers curling over the edge.

"What's your theory about why I can't remember anything?"