A part of him wants to keep it secret, because he somehow feels that memory is incredibly personal. But then again, it wasn't like sharing it was going to do any harm. Perhaps it might help him remember the details for good and not let them fade away.

"Yes, well...if what I heard was correct, apparently I'm a writer for a magazine? It's called Unknown Realms, or something like that..." He frowns, casting his gaze towards the ground. Damn it, why can't he remember more? "The boy. I know him, somehow...but I don't know him at the same time. I was doing something for him, and he was happy to meet me. Other than that...I don't know what was going on."