Not really, no. People keep mentioning the floods, and I'm guessing they're not the normal kind of floods if they turned you into something besides yourself, right?

[He takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his head and moving over to the desk on the other side of the room, rummaging around in the drawer until he found a bottle of aspirin. Thank God. He dry swallows two down and puts the bottle back. He's still kind of amazed the cabin is an exact replica of his bedroom. Which reminds him...he looks at the walls with all the photographs and articles tacked up on the walls and connected with red string. That's gotta come down soon.

He moves back to the bed and looks at Scott again.]