All in his head? That couldn't be. Jon stared at him. Then something else struck him. "What accident?"
"Are you sure you are ready to know?"
"Tell me..." Jon insisted, the female voice he just discovered he had growing shrill.
"It was six months ago, you had gone to a party. As I understand it, someone brought a keg of beer. You had been drinking. And you drove home. And you..." he paused, uncertainly. "You hit and killed a classmate of yours named Jon Gibson in front of his house. You knew him rather well, from my interviews with your classmates. But, not to rehash the aftermath, you were sent here."
"I'm not Sarah. This is all a mistake," Jon insisted.
"I'm sorry, Jon," he said. "But, trying to softpedal this hasn't worked in the past. Trying to delay it hasn't. I'm hoping this time, being blunt will convince you to help me find your real identity...to help Sarah."
