Potkins is going to be alright, Ms. G says, and that's the first bit of good news they've received all day. Their conversation with Mr. Potkins was bad. Even before it got Bad. No memory of the leather-jacket boy, wiped or suppressed memory of Qualls as a student. And then... agitation? At being asked about how Qualls lost his memory. What does it matter to Mr. Potkins? And, had he been about to say something? Specifically to Lionel? He thought so, but he can't be sure.

Lionel feels eyes on him and looks up. It's Jupiter, and he pieces together that he's supposed to speak. Fine. Sure. "We um-- We were just asking him--" He scratches behind his right ear and thinks. What to say? It's tricky. What can he say? It's no longer just an issue of privacy -- PROTECT QUALLS -- it's now a matter of public safety. This area of investigation is dangerous.

Lionel gets an idea. He fishes for a piece of paper and starts scribbling something down. He folds up the sheet and offers it to Ms. G. "We asked him this. And when we did, he tried to answer but he-- he short-circuited. His eyes rolled back. He collapsed. For a moment I smelled--" he thinks, "--old wood." It was all eerily reminiscent of what he's seen happen to Qualls. When you try to open a corrupted file, sometimes you just need to restart the computer.

"You can read it if you want. But..." be careful, he thinks and leaves unsaid.

The note reads: How did Mr. Qualls lose his memory?