The evaluation. The tablet that sends messages under an obscured name, like the ones we received. Didn't they affect our memories, too?

[He raises the heel of his hand to his sweaty brow. This is the third time he's said it but he can't abandon it now the way he'd dropped the first hint of it with Winter. He must say it. Again and again. To as many people as will provide feedback. Until he's sure it's not just him.]

...And it all flows back to the cult, no matter what.