Blonde guy. [ Comes the explanation, which Skye quickly waves off. ] Beard. Shoulders like he could carry an army on his back. Not the point. The point is how the hell could I forget something like this? [ If she looks very alarmed, it's because she is. Panic wells in Skye's chest, and before long, it roars to a full-blown campfire of oh shit. ] They took my memories? That doesn't make any sense.