"Fizzlebean." [Flug repeats nodding, as if it were the name of some long forgotten ancient artifact. Did that make Virgil's full last name Alexandrescu-Fizzlebe-- no, no they AREN'T married. The doctor's gaze follows Black Hat over to the bed, still in a bit of awe, despite the stress from his floundering. He doesn't want to risk Black Hat not being there if he looks away.]

"It's only been a week?"

[Of course. It was always only a week. Ryslig's favorite interval. Just saying those words unleashes a deluge of deja vu. It felt like there was so much more than a week in his head and yet it made sense when Flug thought about it. Of all the 'false' memories; those seemed the most prominent, any older detail felt full of such obvious vaguery in comparison. How long would it take to fix this?]

"A..couple days? Three at most, m-maybe? I just need to get back to what's normal. Reestablish my old routine. They say it takes a certain amount of days to form a habit."

[Typically around 21, but Flug will do better than that. He has to. Black Hat won't accept otherwise; his own standards won't allow it.]

"Though um. O-occasional reminders might help speed it along?" [Pretty please?] "It. It wasn't just me, right?"