Leonard paused, surprised at the coincidence that he'd taken a seat next to someone who knew him. Judging by the size of the facility, he'd expected there to be a fair number of patients, enough that he'd be mostly ignored. Maybe he's only met me once, maybe we're friends, maybe we're enemies. You can't tell. You learn to believe in the only truth you have- facts, provided through photographs and notes you've written to yourself.

He grabbed his polaroids from his pocket, flipping through them. The man's face didn't appear in his collection. "We've met?" he asked, his brow furrowed.