Well, at least false memories come in useful sometimes, because he can call up an image of Kansas as clear as if he had seen it himself. Hell, he might have done, it's not like he can tell which memories came from real life and which ones came out of a bottle.

For a minute, he's not sure what to say, as snapshots of childhood mingle with the knowledge that they never happened, not really.

His face feels hot. He swallows and mumbles:

"Corn mazes. And the state fair every fall."