Russell reaches up as if to go for the phone, then reconsiders. He turns a slow circle, doublechecking his surroundings... but there's nothing. No obvious objects on the ground he might have come over to pick up, no interesting signs on the side of the road. No hint what they're doing here.

He turns back to Walter, his hands spread wide in a frustrated shrug... And his features, since the changes were due to an echo, are softer and fleshed out again.

"Alright, that's not my real question. Did I hit my head? You're not surprised I can't remember... things. Do I get a hint?"

There's some movie like that, a woman who loses her memories whenever she sleeps, could something like that be going on? Except he's not waking up in bed, but standing in the cold.