This whole thing is kind of bizarre and difficult to navigate. For example, it’s sort of strange how Eddie can just step into this place and immediately know who it belongs to despite never having been here before, or the fact that he has a relatively good idea of who Teddy is as a person despite never actually meeting. It’s all more than a little overwhelming—especially when it comes to untangling the real memories from the false ones—but he’s managing the entire thing shockingly well.

He beams when Teddy rounds the corner, clearly pleased that they aren’t questioning the strange stringbean of a man in their domain—a pretty good indication that they’ve likely retained some memory of him.

“Well, if you’re anything like my friend Ronnie and the eight years of piano classes her grandma made her take? Probably more than anyone should ever have to,” he muses. He laughs and rolls his eyes as he taps out the right-hand portion of the song. He can do that, at least. It’s just a few easy notes, after all.

“Hey,” he echoes with a grin. “How did that, uh…whole magical mystery tour ordeal treat you? No extra limbs or anything, right?”