[ That is indeed someone else’s hand on his face, and he can’t blame them. This isn’t a veil of fog; it’s a wall. Better to do what you can to try not to crash into walls. ]

It’s very possible that I might be, but I’m beginning to doubt even my own self with this fog.

[ He laughs, good humored and unruffled, clasping her hand gently between his own. He has to take a brief moment to place her voice, but he smiles when he manages to pinpoint it. ]

Could that be Lucy, or do my ears deceive me? My eyes can't deceive me, after all, so it may be my ears have chosen to step up and do the work for them.