Memory repair after neuralyzation is a tricky business. Almost on par with being of origin on a backwater planet and yet saving the universe, time and again.
Every so often, there’s a jolt as K’s memory jogs itself.
Standing by the coffee machine, he asks, “Whatever happened to Lauren?”
J sputters and coughs and struggles to come up with an explanation. The question resolves itself.
“Hey, K,” Agent L smiles to see him, “Glad you’re back.”
Which has J sputtering for a different reason altogether.
“Wait, you’re... no, I thought you-....”
L glances at J, and K has half a second to slip his glasses on before the neuralyzer flashes. K slides his glasses down; at his expression, L’s smile grows wry.
“Never date a coworker,” she explains deftly, with a bare hint of regret.
“Good to have you on board,” K replies cordially.
Blinking at L, J starts to recover and his eyes widen in surprise. K scrambles to slide his glasses back in place as the neuralyzer flashes. Again.
“Sorry to rush,” L grabs her coffee. “I should get back to work.”
“I’ll explain it to him,” K promises.
The neuralyzer flashes, once more. K waves after her.