He smiled a little weakly. "It's okay. I don't know if there's any way for me to find out." He glanced at a terminal, sitting down at the desk. "I don't know if I was famous," he admitted, his voice going even quieter for a moment. "I think people liked me." He also looked happy in the photograph.

"I... I... I don't think it matters, anyway." It was different talking to her than it had been talking to the scared children in his dream. Maybe he had been a doctor for children. It would explain some things.