Strange to say, he could not think of any specific examples. But he knew 
he was guilty. It was precisely like waking up from a dream and having a clear 
train of thought in your mind, something you were working on just a few seconds 
ago, but being unable to remember it, consciousness peeled away from cognition. 
Like a three-year-old who has a talent for vanishing into crowds whenever you 
turn your back, Hackworth's memories had fled to the same place as words that 
are on the tip of your tongue, precedents for déjà vu, last 
night's dreams.