I'm pretty sure I'm still crazy here. [ He laughs, seeming genuinely-- if unpleasantly-- amused for a moment. ] A change of scenery doesn't change that.

[ The bitter smile falls from his face at Damon's question, and he has to think on it for a moment. A lot of his memories from around that time are pretty hazy. (A lot of his memories, in general are hazy, actually.) ]

I don't think so. I was... [ Off his meds? On a binge? Having an 'episode' of some kind? Jefferson furrows his brow and shakes his head. ] They said I was a danger to myself, so I was admitted for 72 hours. [ He scrubs a hand over his eyes, then looks down at his tea again. This may not be real, but maybe he can enjoy it all the same. He starts to add a bit of sugar. ] After that, my parents arranged for me to stay in a family home in Maine. [ Another scoff, even though he can scarcely remember the conversation or even his parents' faces. ] To recover.

[ At least his memories of life in Storybrooke-- what little of a life he had, anyway-- are clearer than the impressions he has of his life before. ]

That's where I was before I was here. And ever since the accident, all that madness is worse than ever.