The way Ned asks twists at him a little. He wants to say no, but the more he thinks about it, the more little things come back. He tries to push them out. Galen does come forward a little, though - not too close, for Ned's sake -, and sits, careful not to crush any flowers beneath him when he does.

He's thoughtful, for a moment, picking at his jeans, before he answers: "Not in like... a sequence kind of way. Like -- I remember sterile white, and green, and dirt, and dust, but -- when I woke up, the next morning, I thought I'd been dreaming, until Kenzi told me what I was."

Galen licks his lips, reaches to brush his fingers over one of the flowers next to him. "So don't worry. I think it was about scaring you, not... retaining anything."