[ She almost asks - they do? But then there's those memories again, ones that seem to be from a time that's definitely not this one. Which makes her wonder which ones are the memories she's supposed to have, and which ones she's not.

Gritting her teeth again. ] This would be simpler if I could- just figure out which ones are my memories.

[ There's a pause, and then in a smaller voice. ] Do you know anything about a... cell phone?