He sees Cosima and there is a touch of relief there. He likes her, and she was a smart woman. If there was anyone to talk to about this, it was her. She would have some good theories, surely.

"Yes, and no," he shook his head. "Physically, I'm fine. It's more... a mental thing." He hated saying it, especially here, but it was the only way he could explain it. "A memory thing, I suppose."