"Hello, January. How are you feeling?"

January is his name, of course. It's the only thing familiar about this.

"I-I don't know. What happened?"

"You were victim of a recent outbreak. The disease has erased portions of your memory."

"Is it permanent?" January asks immediately, before clamping down hard on the part of his... self that tries to freeze the room."

"Unfortunately, yes. There may be some details you can remember- so far, other patients have mostly remembered the parts of their life that they considered most generic. You understand how hospitals work, for example, and may remember being in one many times before- but you may not remember any particularly emotional experiences you have had in hospitals."

January is quiet, mostly because it is taking all of his focus to not flash freeze everything in a ten feet radius.

"Patients can live fulfilling lives after treatment. Most of our staff are former patients."

New lives. Because your patients are gone.

"What happened?"

"You and a few other visitors got too close to one of our patients."

"Ok.... I am sorry." He says albeit the apology is almost a question. "What is next?"

"The hope is that you can all meet each other without triggering a relapse. Do you think you're ready?"

"How do I know if I am ready?"

"Can you resist trying to think about anything that feels familiar?"

Well, if they are going to be taken anyway. "Yes."

"I think we're ready, then. Call me Moses."

"Yes... Mr. Moses."  January waits until Moses leads the way.

He leads him to another room.

Another woman is standing there, with a few other people in the room.

These must be the other new patients.

"Try not to remember each other. You need to learn to learn new things in the general sense; procedures, not experiences. We call this 'learning outside yourself'."

Nod. He looks around.

There's the woman with a clipboard and what he still recognizes as appropriate doctor attire.

There are several patients there, dressed more casually. 

One of them acknowledges his arrival with a nod.

The other mostly looks suspicious.  

The doctor with the clipboard is a bit unnerving. January picks the least threatening looking patient and goes sit with them.

"Hi, I'm January."

"Hi. I'm Fratres. That's Red, and Brigadier. Are you a new patient?"