For a split second, Sam wasn't sure what to say, not so much because of the information he'd received from Scott (although that was something to think about in itself), but because the guy looked like he was about to offer up his firstborn in return for a vow of silence.
Sam held up a placating hand, and managed to hide a smile. "Relax, I'm not gonna say anything, I promise. I don't even know who you're talking about."
Although that was a good question, wasn't it? Who was he talking about? But Sam did feel kind of bad that Scott had apparently...broken a promise to his friend, and it wasn't important enough for the time being to push it. He could always ask later if he needed to know.
So. Age regression, then. That fit the pattern. His injuries had disappeared when he'd traveled there, and he remembered the date he'd seen on the phone. The day he'd been brought here. Maybe the regression in the case of Scott's friend had simply been much more extreme. For what reason, Sam wasn't sure, but...well, it was something.
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Sam held up a placating hand, and managed to hide a smile. "Relax, I'm not gonna say anything, I promise. I don't even know who you're talking about."
Although that was a good question, wasn't it? Who was he talking about? But Sam did feel kind of bad that Scott had apparently...broken a promise to his friend, and it wasn't important enough for the time being to push it. He could always ask later if he needed to know.
So. Age regression, then. That fit the pattern. His injuries had disappeared when he'd traveled there, and he remembered the date he'd seen on the phone. The day he'd been brought here. Maybe the regression in the case of Scott's friend had simply been much more extreme. For what reason, Sam wasn't sure, but...well, it was something.