Russell squints after the gesture, recognizing his ride - and realizing that's his helmet, still on his head, right now.

"I... That's very specific, I don't... What is today?"

Because it's obviously not June, and he remembers... things since at least late July, but the details get vaguer and vaguer as they go.

He pats at his pocket as he asks, checks the other, and scowls down at his pants.

"Where's my mobile? What the hell's going on...?"