[The actual woods? Well that's a bit sad, isn't it? (Is it sad? Why is it sad?) Dirk hesitates, wetting his lips.]

They said I'd been in an accident, and that's why I don't remember anything. Not much else, though, which is a bit odd. I mean, you'd think they'd have details.

[They'd all been very patient and indulgent, but that doesn't mean it hadn't been strange. Isn't still strange. He is -- and he cannot reiterate this to himself enough -- talking to a bird.]

I don't suppose it'd be the same for you. I don't think birds tend to have accidents. Running into windows, maybe?

[Maybe this isn't the best time for thinking aloud. Dirk adopts a sheepish expression, and feels absolutely insane for it.]

Sorry, that's stereotyping, isn't it?