Stephen huffs out a short, amused breath. Perhaps.

The conversation drifts on, apparently disparate but not necessarily disconnected, and he eases another segment away from the bulk as he responds with an easy, "Oh, yeah. There's nothing I love more than an impromptu amnesiac's tour of another dimension."

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Ralston. Not that he would've known either way at the time, but he remembers the rest of it now and it's doubtful his memory's that selective. It's not a huge surprise. There are a lot of faces he didn't see there. A lot of people who might have seen his if he'd bothered to open his door.

"Nice that we've got a season ticket. Have you been back?"