I assure you, I have never been desperate enough to eat a rat.

[ He's gonna eat those words when he gets his memories back.

Anyway ]

Unless you mean I should ask it, and that seems even more ridiculous.

[ He sits down on the floor next to her anyway, and draws a lockpick from his pocket. It makes easy work of the iron---or at least it should, but it's her nightmare and nightmares have their own logic. ]

Were they really this bad, or is this an exaggeration?