The elevator opens on the 110th floor. Jai leads me and Haruko down the hallway, into the security control room. It's small as a broom closet with bulky external recorders and a few holo-monitors. Jai goes to work messing with the footage while Haruko watches over his shoulder.

I have to leave the room. Something about it makes my skin crawl. Now that I know my deja vu is real, I can't imagine what must have happened here. I look up and down the hallway and try to call something back, anything. All that remains is the feeling, and all I want to do is understand it.

"Jesus Christ, would you stop breathing down my neck?"

Jai marches past me and Haruko follows, rolling her eyes.

"Excuse me for being curious," she says. "Maybe you should teach me how to manipulate the security system, then I won't even need your help."

Jai takes a lungful of air and breathes the violent impulses out through his nose.

We go back to the elevator and get off in the lobby. Behind an innocuous-looking door is an industrial-sized elevator, like the one that carried me to the gymnasium. This one is shorter and wider, better fit for a gurney than a pod. Inside is an entirely different set of levels, all counting down from zero.

Jai presses the button to the sub-26th floor; the elevator rumbles to life. Haruko is bouncing up on her toes. I don't feel as excited. I'm afraid of the secrets waiting for me. If an empty room turns my stomach, how will I feel seeing the human who was with me for my last moments?

The ding of the elevator makes me jump. I follow the others down the dim hallway. It looks more like a hospital than a laboratory. Every so often we pass a door, a pitch black room through a plexiglass window. I look down at my feet and try not to think about whoever might be behind the doors.

"Why are they keeping this dude down here with the coma patients?" Haruko asks.

"This is the closest thing Oracle has to a dungeon," Jai answers. "It isn't the first time they've kept people down here, though it's probably the longest stay."

"How are the conditions?"

"Not great. I've come down a few times trying to... well, trying to convince him to get out of here. He always refuses. It's a long story." He stops at the 14th door, pulls the lanyard from around his neck and swipes the reader. "20, stand behind 17."

"Why?" she asks.

He lets out a long-suffering breath. "You'll see."

He opens the door and turns on the light. It's a sparse white room, everything inside strewn around carelessly. To the right against the wall is a stretcher-turned-bed with a lump on it — a human curled up beneath a thin blanket.

"You up?" Jai says.

The lump shifts. "Obviously I'm not."

That voice. Unthinkingly I step forward into the room, past Jai.

"Who are you?"

The figure bolts upright, grabbing for a pair of glasses on the bedside. That face. Dark eyes wide and black hair wild, nose like a button and lips parted in shock.

He jumps up, crosses the room and runs into me, arms locking around my neck. He's murmuring my name, my real name, over and over again, breathing it like air, voice frail and wavering.

"I'm sorry," he cries, "God, are you okay? I'm so fucking sorry."

I couldn't speak if I tried. My arms are closing around his waist, hugging him as if it's the most natural thing I've ever done.

But I still can't remember his name. Even in his arms, everything inside me telling me I'm home, there's nothing to back it up. My memories were stolen but they still taunt me, always on my mind, always out of reach.

I don't realize I'm crying. I bow my head into his shoulder. "I'm... sorry."

"Don't say that, don't ever apologize."

"I don't know you. I can't remember."

He pauses for a moment, fingers combing through my hair. "I... know. I know. It's not your fault. I remember you."

"What's your name?"

"Han Jisung."

I should have known. Something in me is reaching for him. I won't let him go now.

Someone clears their throat. "Hey. Mind if we interrupt?"

Jisung lets me go, rubbing his hands over his eyes. "Yeah, sorry, Haruko."

She beams. "You know me?"

"I do." His eyes switch to Jai. He's hovering halfway out the door, arms crossed over his chest. "Bandi."

He sighs. "Han."

"Well. Now you're all here." Jisung gestures around the room. "Welcome to my oubliette. We have a lot to talk about."