"What, here in New York?" she asks, trying to make sense of his refusal. "Well, unless you dropped in out of the sky, there are only so many ways you got here." She considers him again, thinking it through, that detective mind at work, separating the clues, analysing the evidence. "If you're having blackouts, it's pretty likely you just forgot how you arrived. Have you checked your wallet? Check for ticket stubs, gas receipts, anything like that."