The names echoed in his head, hollow and empty...no emotion, no memory attached to any of them. The bomb, though...the mention of a bomb was, aside from being shocking, enough to make him feel vaguely unsettled.

"I don't...I can't." he replied, shaking his head. "Rory, I found my wallet, and your card was inside." He paused, reaching into his pocket to pull it out and open it, showing her the business card he found. After a beat, he fished around in the billfold and pulled out the strip of photo booth pictures he'd found as well.

"I saw these...the name on the back." he explained quietly as he handed them to her so she could see. "I knew that...I knew I had to come to you when I saw them."