Come to think of it, why had he thought that was a costume? Danny debates the question a moment, then shrugs it off. With how little he remembered at the moment, he'd be here all day if he spent time wondering about every thought he had.

He still didn't know why one of his only memories was of some weird guy ranting at him about boxes. Or why he'd been carrying around an empty soup thermos in his backpack.

"Clothes? I think?"

He is the least helpful.