"I don't think we have," Maecenas replied slowly. But I know your name is Barry, and I know what it feels like when your heart is breaking.

The dreams. Memories. Whatever they were. Somehow, Maecenas was almost certain, they belonged to the person standing in front of him, because for a horribly jarring second it had felt like he was looking at himself.

"...But I think I may have dreamt...something..."