[It's not something that she's alone in—honestly, it's a surprise no one has interrupted him before and asked him to either shut his fucking mouth or talk like a Goddamn normal person. Being rude never pays off, but still.]

Have you been to any of the cities here that you knew back where you're from? [A better starting point than ridiculous salad.] Used to live in this place here in Virginia, Wolf Trap. It looks mostly the same. The population, the way the land is—different buildings and businesses, but it's. Almost what I know. It's familiar but it's, it's wrong. [He has yet to do anything like ask or go where his house should be, uncertain if he'll find just a clean stretch of land, if he'll find a grocery store, if he'll find a house that looks like his but isn't, the owner unwilling to sell.] Sometimes the types people I should know, should be familiar with—it's the same way. It's right but it's completely wrong.

[That's one part of it, at least. Right but wrong. Meet an actual FBI agent, she mentions something about X-Files, a department in the basement, something he has no clue about. FBI? He knows that. That's right. X-Files and everything else? He has no idea. That's wrong.

Not wrong in the negative way, but wrong to what he knows. Different.]