The only thing that comes to mind
that I keep thinking...

-is the logic of the situation.
-What logic?

That I was with Edwardes.
Police believe the impostor who
escaped from Green Manors...

to be the patient that visited
the real Dr. Edwardes...

in the Cumberland mountains
the day that he disappeared.

No trace has been found, since
he left the Cumberland resort...

"in the company of his
supposed patient""."

Do you remember that? Why do you
believe you were with him?

Because wherever we went,
I came back with his identity...

I wouldn't have come back as Edwardes
if I hadn't known he was dead.

How would I know that, if I hadn't
been with him when he died?

-Were you?
-I don't remember...

but logically
I know that I must've been.

And logically, I also know why
the body hasn't been found...

because it was hidden
by me.

Don't you see that you're
imagining all this?

You call yourself names, insist
without proof that you're a murderer.

You know what that is, don't you?
A guilt complex that speaks for you.

A guilt fantasy that goes way back
to your childhood.

I think you're quite mad.
You're much crazier than I...

to do all this for a creature
without a name.

To run off with a pair of initials.
The police have not given your name
or case history to the papers...

That must mean that your name was
not in Dr. Edwardes' files...

You were in an accident.
Where was it?
What happened to your hand?
It was burned.

You had an operation
in the last 6 months.

A skin graft, 3rd degree burns.
Your hand was burned. Where?

-lt hurts.
-Try remembering.