[ He frowns, trying to remember where he is. A hospital? That much seems clear. But where? He can’t exactly answer that until he remembers.

Paris? He’s speaking French, and the other man understands him well enough, so-. ]

The Seine. [ WRONG RIVER. Also, running water. He’s too out of it to notice the fangs. ] We can take a boat. Watch the painters working at the riverside. Disembark when we get bored of it, try to find our way around wherever we end up.