"Someone might have mentioned it." Frowning, Heat tried to recall the conversation. He hadn't cared enough at the time. "It didn't make any sense then and it still doesn't. I haven't been here before." He normally would have used a harsher tone to argue with, but at the moment he just wasn't feeling it.

A sudden breeze made him shudder and his arms, already crossed against his chest, were pulled a little tighter to him. How long was he going to have to sit out there in the cold? A guy could get sick out here, and the nurses claimed to care about their patients' well-being. Thinking about the cold was a bad idea, as it only made him feel it more.

"I don't know who you saw before, but it wasn't me. It's impossible that it could have been." When would he have been brought there and why wouldn't he have any memory of it? Heat didn't pay much attention to the board except when it came to getting a hold of his comrades. There was a lot he'd yet to figure out.