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?"

Nod. "How long have you been here?"

"A couple of weeks."

One of the others stands up, pacing.

"What is it like?"

"Well, I don't really remember it. I relapsed."

January freezes (metaphorically) and slightly chills (literally). "How far back is your last memory?"

"Earlier today. Something happened."

"Uh, me too. Which I think we shouldn't try to remember? I am not sure what is our safety margin."

"Patients can learn facts about their previous lives. I think if you ask, and it's safe to know, they'll tell you."

"How do they know it's safe?"

"They're doctors. They have our files, so they can make sure not to trigger us."

But how do they know that? He doesn't say.

"Okay. ...We can't talk about the past and I am a bit stuck on what to talk."

"We can talk about what we want to do. You should still like some of the same things, just focus on what you want to do when you get out."

He wants to... do something about the memory loss. Somehow. It feels like there is something that could be done.

"I am not sure of that yet. Do you have any ideas?"

"I'm going to become one of the doctors."

"Why?"