[Unfortunately, Jean has sniffed out something to be suspicious about, which means that Kim is never going to rest again—but first, he has to iron out some more personally relevant details than Kitsuragi's strange behavior. He taps ash off his cigarette, trying to retain the information he's been given. This is what he's good at: processing, connections, putting pieces into a manageable whole. It's easy to see in times like these why he was so drawn to investigative work.]

So, let me get this straight: we left Martinaise at the same time—in the same vehicle, even—but you got to this place two months sooner? To be perfectly clear, it's been no time for me. I got in the motor carriage and woke up here.

[Jean looks pensive at that, the combination of topics not settling well in his gut.]

So he still doesn't remember anything, then?