He picks up the ring, but he doesn't remember it. "I'm sorry, if I hurt you....but....I don't know you." He sounds shaken. "Why do I have no memory of this? I know this ring, I know your face. But I can't say from where. It feels like a half forgotten dream." He stumbles backwards. "What happened to me?" He sinks down his staff until he's kneeling on the ground, and whispers to himself. [i]"Who am I?"[/i]