What happened to the others, then? What made me different?

I don't understand. Why would I say that? Why would I do that? I don't remember--

[And then she trails off; when she speaks again her voice is trembling.] I... I don't remember. It's like from back home, at the SAZ, I don't remember-- [The phone clatters from her hands onto the floor. Because it's so very similar. It's far too similar for comfort, and she's starting to feel sick from dread.]