"What's my _name_?" "Now, now, take it easy! I'm sure you'll remember it soon enough. You can answer other questions, I'm sure. How old are you?" I answered eagerly and quickly, "Twenty-two." * * * * * The chubby man scribbled something on a card. "Interesting. In-ter-est-ing. Do you know where we are?" I looked around the office. "In the Terran Headquarters. From your uniform, I'd say we were on Floor 8--Medical." He nodded and scribbled again, pursing his lips. "Can you--uh--tell me what planet we are on?" I had to laugh. "Darkover," I chuckled, "I hope! And if you want the names of the moons, or the date of the founding of the Trade City, or something--" He gave in, laughing with me. "Remember where you were born?" "On Samarra. I came here when I was three years old--my father was in Mapping and Exploring--" I stopped short, in shock. "He's dead!" "Can you tell me your father's name?" "Same as mine. Jay--Jason--" the flash of memory closed down in the middle of a word. It had been a good try, but it hadn't quite worked. The doctor said soothingly, "We're doing very well." "You haven't told me anything," I accused. "Who are you? Why are you asking me all these questions?" He pointed to a sign on his desk. I scowled and spelled out the letters. "Randall ... Forth ... Director ... Department ..." and Dr. Forth made a note. I said aloud, "It is--_Doctor_ Forth, isn't it?" "Don't you know?" I looked down at myself, and shook my head. "Maybe _I'm_ Doctor Forth," I said, noticing for the first time that I was also wearing a white coat with the caduceus emblem of Medical. But it had the wrong feel, as if I were dressed in somebody else's clothes. _I_ was no doctor, was I? I pushed back one sleeve slightly, exposing a long, triangular scar under the cuff. Dr. Forth--by now I was sure _he_ was Dr. Forth--followed the direction of my eyes. "Where did you get the scar?" "Knife fight. One of the bands of those-who-may-not-enter-cities caught us on the slopes, and we--" the memory thinned out again, and I said despairingly, "It's all confused! What's the matter? Why am I up on Medical? Have I had an accident? Amnesia?" "Not exactly. I'll explain." I got up and walked to the window, unsteadily because my feet wanted to walk slowly while I felt like bursting through some invisible net and striding there at one bound. Once I got to the window the room stayed put while I gulped down great breaths of warm sweetish air. I said, "I could use a drink." "Good idea. Though I don't usually recommend it." Forth reached into a drawer for a flat bottle; poured tea-colored liquid into a throwaway cup. After a minute he poured more for himself. "Here. And sit down, man. You make me nervous, hovering like that." I didn't sit down. I strode to the door and flung it open. Forth's voice was low and unhurried.