Jesse shakes his head with a sigh. "Little shreds here'n there. But nothin' big. Nothin' longer 'n a snippet. An image. A face. A place. A voice." He pauses, reaching up to adjust his hat. "Same thing that tol' me about Calgary? Showed me a memory from before when I still had a pulse and weren't so green. I was talkin' on the phone to a guy. My brother, apparently. An' I was-...Well, I had a real burr in my haunches over whatever he was tellin' me. Somethin' about wantin' me to travel someplace I didn't want to. Real kick in the pants that the one memory I got back with any sorta clarity was one so nasty, huh. But hey! Better'n nothin'."

As he keeps walking, Jesse's hands slip into the pockets of his duster. "But I guess that's one way to look at the situation y'all are presently in. Just gettin' a chance to remember. An' I hope to high heaven y'get to remember too. Maybe y'should record some stuff with Ghost, give him some records or files, just t'make sure. Cuz the future bein' unknown is a given. But lookin' back at yer trail and seein' it's been washed out completely... Makes y'feel kinda stranded. Lonely. Eggheads are big on history for a reason, right?" He gives Bryn a lopsided smile.