Cole matches Rita's frown with one of his own. This is a way that makes sense. Or, at least, this is him trying his hardest to make sense. He knows that he doesn't make sense, that he trips over his own words. Thoughts get stuck in his throat like sap from a tree. But he's trying, dammit.

"I don't know where here is," he tries again, hoping that will help answer Rita's questions. Because again, he shouldn't be here. He doesn't know where here is, but even Cole knows that much. "And I don't forget."

Not unless he wants himself to, that is. And why would he forget where this place was?