Appalled, Anatoly reached for Joan's hand, intending to pull her into a hug. Losing your memory was terrible enough but to constantly remember and lose it was a thousand times worse. He was amazed she had the presence of mind to make notes - he was certain that he would just hide in his bed and utterly refuse to come out.

"I would not like to trouble you while you are going through this terrible thing," he said. "Is there anything I could do that might help you? To tell you the truth, I could very much use something to be busy with."