This was the first time in recent memory that he could remember being able to talk. To talk like the person he thought he was before he became so obsessed with reconnecting with Cynthia and all of the things she brought along with her. Even as he was becoming aware of his desire to see Cynthia in the simuflesh, he also sensed some foreign blood rolling through his veins and taking over his system. He felt like himself, that much was for sure. But he also felt like he was falling in love with Ms. A too, as if she herself were some variant version of the delicious Ms. Kitchen whose stir-fried mind was most engaged when trying to crack the unwritten codes that carried her desire.